She agreed to walk, Maedhros was glad. In the event they were attacked, he'd protect her. He was a master swordsman, and the blades at his side were always ready and willing to strike. That in mind, he offered her his right arm, knowing full well many were disturbed by the lack of his hand at the end of his wrist. It, however, left his good hand free to take up the blade unhindered should they encounter trouble on this little endeavior abroad. The potential for her discomfort was outweighed by the necessity to remain protected.
They exited the complex, Maedhros' expression brightening once the subtle touches of nature caressed his skin and whispered through his hair. Attached to nature and all living things, it felt free and gratifying to breathe the air. He allowed the woman to share her information without disruption, listening to her words in idle consideration. He didn't understand her reference to 'boards' or 'filters' or this.. what had she said? Whicket Pedia? It must deal with the machines in this place, and the advance of.. technology. Gaia had showed him a little bit, but his mastery of the system would take some time.
"Angel of the Lord," he repeated, pondering as they roamed down the lane. "Lord of what? Are you able to tell me what angels are? Where do they hail from? Where is their fortress?" Locations, so that they might storm the region and lay siege. He had no concept of angels and demons, despite his religious background mirroring Christian mythology. Illuvatar's children had always been Gods themselves, and those like Eonwe the herald.. were angels, perhaps. It didn't occur to him immediately, though.
"There are many things.. What of history? Many things have changed. What age of the world is this? Why do the stars themselves appear so differently? The sun rises in the West and sets to the East.. Why do the trees not speak?"