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"Gone?" She exclaims. Immediately some life seems to seep back into her withered shell, and she shakes her head in dismay. "Gone where? My sister and Greyjoy, too?" Akantha sweeps her muzzle back and forth as if trying to shuffle all of this information into their proper spots. Presumably, Aella was still with Greyjoy--that was a comfort. But Aktaie and Psamathe?

She turns her hazel eyes upon Caiaphas again, but is careful to dart them away as soon as they begin to creep further up the hybrid's chest. "She left them under your guidance. Did she teach you about the Sea? About the Mothers? Our rites?" The questions come in rapid succession, but the tired heart fluttering in her chest fears only the worst.