If it had been anyone else foolish enough to brave the wrath of the Mother, Atlas would have been chasing them down and diving in without a second thought. If Akantha had thought herself strong enough to swim in the cold depths, he would have been her ever present shadow; even Psamathe's lurch in to the sea would've brought Atlas to her side. But not so with Caiaphas. He witnessed her less-than-elegant plunge in to the water from the safety of the beach, having been quite literally laying low for a few hours.
He knew he would have to go after her. Even though the consort hardly trusted the strange girl, she was one of them now — and he would be punished accordingly for letting anything happen to her. He rose with a lurch, sighed airily, and was striding in to the foaming water just as Caiaphas' dead began to bob upon the surface. She reached the land before he did, naturally, and was heaving herself upon the shore at about the same time as Atlas' own arrival.
Nereides, yeah right. She could barely swim. The consort cast her a blank little glance, and then decided it was probably a better idea to actually make sure she was alive. He loomed over her carefully, inspecting with his eyes - and yes, she was still breathing. With a huff the boy turned away from his inspection and began looking at their surroundings; it wasn't until his eyes set upon the darkness of foreign trees that he began to notice a chill creep in to his soaking body.