Aurea smiles politely at the large creature. Indeed. I am Aurea Chrysos, at your service.
Her attention is caught between the Rayaat, which is like nothing she's seen before and the flaming hawt man, who she is staring at for a different reason.
"There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river;
while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away.
No one has stepped twice into the same river.
But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?"
– Marina Tsvetaeva