Drakosos watched her, in her abrupt and evasive manner. A Valkyrie, in his cave. And one who he had ties to, since he could see nothing past her here and now. He could sense things, true, but he didn't know what she did. He did feel an intense urge to protect her, and to always make sure she was safe. Even if from afar.
He paced away from her and sat on the edge of a rock outcropping, beneath a blazing torch. He ran a hand over his face as he thought of the correct words. People, if they knew what he could do, sought him out. They usually weren't so blunt and to the point - though he had to admit he liked that about this Seraphina.
Finally, he could put it off no longer. "The Valkyrie are here, in Atlantis. All beings are, if they still live. There will be no going home to Valhalla, no leaving this place. It is our punishment for being different... the gods grew frightened of us all, and here we stay," he said, dispensing with pleasantries just as she had.