There was something about the trees that Atlas didn't like. They weren't the same as the Emberwood, or the forest of ravens. These distant groves were dark and hardly welcoming. But he didn't have to look at them for long - Caiaphas noticed him, and in her surly way, brought his attention down towards her prone body.
At first the only response he had was a snort. The sound popped in to the air, wet and dripping like the rest of him, and then he turned his head to actually watch her; even now, he was jovial about it. A mirth seeped in to his gaze and lingered there.
I had to make sure you didn't drown. As a loyal consort -
He would've curtsied if it was appropriate, but the tone of his voice would have to do. Hardly serious. He abruptly shook his body in order to dry himself, and sprayed the air with an array of drops. - it is my duty to protect and serve.
Hah.