Braireos wasn't usually sought for, not by anyone unless he was useful to them. He stepped up, closer to her, far less of a looming monster he used to be.
"No one knows of me except those that seek me out." She wasn't of his pantheon. He could see that now, but she was of the water. She was read in her myths then if she knew what he was. She was not frightened. It irked him.