Nyx smiled, pleased to be on more stable conversational footing. They could, perhaps, get into the philosophical differences in chaos and all its forms on some other occasion. It was far to deep, and possibly too alienating, a topic for this morning's discussion. This was there first actual conversation, and there was so much Nyx wanted to know.
First though, it appeared that she would need to answer some questions of her own. It was, of course, understandable. Re was likely as curious about her as she was about him. This was how friendships began, with an exchange of information, learning about what they had in common, finding mutual interests. And, she supposed, mutual dislikes, but that was a less pleasant thing to discuss.
“Yes,” she answered, “I am the Night. Nut is your granddaughter? We have met, in passing, a few times. But like you and I, we don't usually have occasion to stop and talk. We're usually working at the same time we are both awake, but I have great respect for her abilities.”
Then she gave a sudden but sincere laugh. “I would be, my friend Sun, that if we were to compare children and grandchildren, we would find a great deal of overlap. You have a granddaughter that is the Night, and I have a son and daughter who are Light and Day. So we are not as opposite as we appear, are we?”