Calliope waded over towards the shore, lounging a bit on it, sitting in a bit of water. She ran a hand through her hair, inhaling deeply before gazed over at Gracis. "I see," she murmured, truly unsure of how to react. This had to be the first time she ever regarded a slave with such interest, especially of their origin, but she dared not show any pity.<br/><br/>Instead, she gazed up at the sky, remaining still save for her breathing.