Of course, she sensed the lad when he first arrived, his presence still thick upon her skin. Turning but her head at his approach, she noted the automatic submission; it was pleasing, this show of fealty. Nyx thought back to times long before, when primitive Man had worshiped her in earnest, beating cadences to her glory from dusk till dawn. It had been heady, then.

But now, she extended her hand in acceptance, wiling Cerberus to approach her side. The corners of her lips turned up, deep indigo warming in her gaze.

"I'm glad to see you, child," she intoned quietly, dulcet voice ringing with a husky timbre. "Come, sit with me."