Syrlya takes enough of a breather between visits to the shrines to recover himself. It doesn't seem as though they'll be overwhelmed, so after the most recent battle he's pacing himself in expectation for... what's to come.

So he can field a question from a newcoming dragon. That's become a less and less strange sight to him over the years so he, at least, doesn't blink twice as he casts a look aside to her.

"I'm not really certain. I would assume it was another Aion ages past, but I don't know enough about the magic theory of Horos to give a detailed explanation."