Ankyra Sound like an egyptian

While she did not seem terribly pleased by the home he had chosen for her, she also did not seem terribly displeased. Perhaps she was merely indifferent to it, just as Spyridon was indifferent to the orders he was given. Instead of resting in her new resting place, the woman demanded food. Not just any food, but fresh food that was not fish. Perhaps a less obedient consort would have questioned her for that. The sirens ate fish for nearly every meal and thrived on it. Spyro, however, said nothing and gave no indication that he was puzzled in the slightest.

“Θα ξεκουραστούν εδώ, ενώ εγώ φέρω κάτι;” he asked, confirming that she would not be off doing some other important task while he provided her with the sustenance she needed to survive. The kill would only be fresh for so long, and then it would turn cold. It would be best if he could get it back to her quickly. If she remained here, it would make his task easier. If he was required to track her down, it could take days to complete her request.

She said nothing in return, and so Spyro went to track down a meal for her. When he returned, rabbit fresh in his maw, she had disappeared. And after searching for her over the next few days, he would realize she was gone for good.