She'd felt the power of the first almost instantly. A bit weak, but still with that familiar tang of nothing but rolling waves that went no where and everywhere at once. She'd always felt putting a name on chaos limited it. But then again, naming something gave others power over it. If only to stem the fear.
So she woke and dressed, finding her way down stairs, her dogs trailing behind her. Few saw the darkness she came from. She could be cheery (mostly during spring) but winter brought out her darker side. The one that demanded sacrifice, but in turn gave tools to kill kings. With Medea here, it was easier to tap into that.
She waved the girl away, even now unwilling to harm family, and walked to the being. It was both odd and familiar to see it in a human form. Out of all life, humans were the most chaotic ones. She gave a nod of her head in respect, because while she had power she knew respect, then smiled. "Why are you here?" She didn't beat around the bush. She didn't think Khaos was one for small talk.