[Oh, of course. Yes. A sensible choice, really, she supposed, even if he was a god. At the very least... he was not human. She could hardly believe he was after the labyrinth, seeing him sitting before her now skin healthy and umblemished by the same acidic lizard blood that had burned her own flesh in a splashed arc that even now scarred her hindquarters, slightly hidden by regrowing dun coat. (Something she'd noticed, once she'd actually calmed down the first time she'd worn this human skin... all her scars were still there. Just... rearranged to fit the form.)]

It would honor me to see. And fight alongside.

[Fingertips gracefully alight upon the floor again for another, slightly less deep bow. She should go. Her task was done, the only reason she ought be here now complete, which would leave her little excuse to linger. But-

Her expression twists into uncomfortable war between two minds, to leave or stay, to ask or not, brow furrowing and cheeks ruddying further, elegant pose turning more awkward and... very small. She feels very small in this body, (without her lord).]

... there is. Another question I might pose. Only if you are not occupied- if so, I shall take my leave at once.