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He thought long and hard on her question, piecing together the many interactions he'd had with the sisters between his birth and now. It was uncommon for him to be asked for advice, and giving it was not something he was entirely comfortable with. He was a servant, a slave, and was much better at following directions rather than coming up with them. Unless, of course, it had to do with the consorts he was attending to. Telling Caiaphas what to do was beyond his realm, and yet... she requested it, so he did his best to answer. Spyridon chose his words carefully, speaking them with care.

“Δεν θα θέλουν σύγκρουση. Θα έχουν κριθεί Larus ανάξια του σπιτιού μας.” It was a shame, really, that the boy had not stayed. He could have made a good companion for Kevlyn. There were other things he wanted to discuss with her, wanted to prepare for her, but now did not quite seem the time. Caiaphas seemed... off, as of late, perhaps because of their dwindling numbers. Spyridon knew that spring often solved that problem, but she had said nothing of the ritual that would build their base.