Ankyra Sound we walk like there's nothing wrong.

The sea pounded the shore nearby and the gulls screamed overhead, but all of these things were put aside. From an early age, Kevlyn showed a talent for focusing. It was part of why he could stand gargoyle-like for hours if need be, and why he was shaping up to be such an excellent Warden. He was able to clear his mind of all external stimuli and focus only on what was at hand—in this case, Callantha, and the way her eyes fixed on him with a thousand unspoken questions evident in their oceanic depths.

He had no choice but to answer her question, of course, so he promptly rumbled, "Kevlyn." His surname was left out, in part because it wasn't important and in part because it represented his pride, something he refused to let the sirens know he had, but something that was very much a part of himself. He was well aware that he wasn't born in Ankyra Sound and that, in any other circumstance, he might've been a proud and deserving male, and so he held onto that part of himself.

He didn't field any questions for Callantha. It wasn't his place, something he'd learn early on. Only in the company of Caiaphas did he ever overstep that boundary; typically he waited until he was spoken to, as he did now, with his head, tail and ears still lowered.