She laughed at the compliment and scratched Kratos' ears, "big and full of love. Like my cousin who shares his name." She smiled before following Rhode. Hekuba sat at Rhode's feet, a silent guardian and offering her own form of comfort, as Kratos just about tried to climb onto Rhode. "He's such a lover. I take him to see people who need his love sometimes. He is full of comfort."
"So. Christian with eyes of fire and smelled of rose and ashes." She closed her eyes and took Rhode's hand, whispering in the language of the dead to her ghosts. When she opened her eyes they were lighter and Kratos gave a bark. She smiled to the dog. "They're looking. Christians are beacons." She kept Rhode's hand in her own, "I don't know if my second option will work. I have a theory that as gods, immortals, and what have you, we leave behind traces. Echo's. We know one another when we see them, even if we never met them before. Something tells us, this is one of your kinsmen."
She shrugged, "I think it may have ties to magic. Don't worry, this won't hurt you." She focused then and started to whisper in the language of magic. Subtly her appearance changed. She became darker, her touch colder and her serpents started to wind through her hair as her dogs whimpered.