Ankyra Sound you gotta be your own 3am

right. well. she raises her eyebrows innocently, quite unable to stop herself from saying, "oh, i don't know, he was pretty okay with it when he brought back our wolf you took captive," you, in this case, of course, meaning the sound in general, and not caiaphas specifically. foot, meet mouth (as if it could get any deeper lodged in there). caiaphas tries to prompt her to give details on mallaidh, which is actually not what she expected, helpful even, but blixen doesn't trust her enough. she can't. 

pulling herself to her feet she shakes her head and shrugs, grimancing. "i don't, but --" you know, sort of enemies or whatever, though she doesn't want to say that out loud. "i should keep looking, anyway. um," what's the polite way out of this? "nice to meet you"? "thanks for -- i don't know. bye, caiaphas." inelegant as ever, the young fleimkepa backs up and then starts making her way back to drageda, feeling incredibly foolish all the while.