It's -- he's... a dragon? A rarity where she is from, and yet, Akua cannot help but take stock of the large frame, the wings, claws, horns, and all of his majesty. She wondered if he could speak, or if this beast would need to have some other form of communication -- such as communion.

Clearly, it was intelligent, she watched the creature allow the crabs to crawl on him, observe them, and he didn't violently throw them off. She stepped closer, her head tipped, careful steps cautious on the cool stone.

"Hello there," she said, her tone cautious -- like testing the waters to see if he could speak. "You're going to have a bit of a time getting out of here, I think."