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Greyjoy saw Psamathe's upper lip quivering in the corner of his vision, but he was sure to keep still. He had never hurt her and never would, but she was wary around men of any sort. After a moment she granted him permission, so Greyjoy gathered himself up and set to grooming her, focusing on her shoulders and legs first. He would move to the other parts of her later, but this was easiest.

A pregnant silence stretched between them, but Greyjoy had been trained never to break it unless absolutely necessary. Eventually Psamathe spoke, asking him why he had left safety and title to come with Aktaiê. The question had been posed to him before, both by the sirens and by his own mind, and there was not a suitable answer he could give quickly.

However, he did have something prepared. "I am still a hoplite, μύστης,"he said, pausing between nibbling on a particularly knotted clump of fur. "Much as you are still an adept, no matter where you go. It is not something you cast aside, even now, away from the salt waters." He bent once more to her leg, dragging his tongue carefully and gently across her fur.

"Aktaiê offered me exploration, adventure, and a chance to serve her and the Nereides in a way different from most men. I have been allowed to escort you here, to provide my strength in building a Nereides branch here, among these heathens. Exploring the world appealed to me, especially in this company and for this purpose."