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Caiaphas, much like Greyjoy, had much to think about regarding Psamathe's departure. In the short period of time that they had spent together Caiaphas had learned to like the woman very much; she was soft spoken in a way Caiaphas admired, yet she knew also there was a delightful steeliness just barely veiled behind the female. When Caiaphas had learned that the dutiful Priestess was making her leave, she had proffered her small trinkets and wares from her grotto -- most were useless, in the manner that nearly all goodbyes and farewells were. Caiaphas had watched forlornly as the female boldly traveled down the shore until she was no more a solitary shadow on the strand.

She was so presumed by her thoughts that she scarcely spotted Greyjoy until she was upon him -- and blandly she remembered her first interaction with him. With a cold expression on her muzzle (more in part to do with Psamathe's departure than her opinion of Greyjoy) she pulled aside him, casting him a sidelong glance before slipping into the tidepool he had his sights upon.

Like a child throwing a temper tantrum she splashed wildly among the water, knowing full well this action would scare away any easy meal he had hoped to obtain. Ooops!