Melora gave Aedan's hand a comforting squeeze. It was going well! At least, she thought so. Melora was fairly confident that Vrael wouldn't try to eat them. She wouldn't speak for the others, but Vrael didn't seem quick-tempered.
Vrael's head tilted, her large golden eyes watching him intently. "An Old God," she repeated. Whether or not she had heard of such things was not immediately clear. "Why have you come here, Old God?"