Ankyra Sound Float away, then come right back to me

When she touched him, pressed into him, Spyridon stood still, using his own body to prop her up. It was not affection that made him do this, only his duty. She was clearly in a poor state, and it was likely hunger, sickness, or both which led her to act in such a way to a mere consort. Spyridon knew nothing of love, of compassion, or of romance. He knew only how to care for the sirens and the spawn. They were his wards, and he was their caretaker. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Ακολουθήστε.” Gently, he allowed her to use him for support as he guided her toward the coast. She was a siren, even if she had lost her way. It was likely the time away from the sea which weakened her. Eventually, they would arrive at the common coastal cave of the sisters, where Spyro intended to leave her to rest while he fetched food from a nearby cache.