Her wings stay splayed, and with her attention locked onto him, the angling towards him seems to almost come off as though she's trying to make herself larger. In a place of so many large predators, perhaps she's had to.

The compliment makes her face scrunch strangely, though, and the comments don't help.

She'd regarded him as an intruder, but now, if she was entirely honest with herself, she didn't have a single goddamn clue what to think.

"...What do you seek to know?" She asks, not remarking on the familiarity he feels, a bit formal and guarded. Her wings pull back, leaving her looking less defensive overall, but she stays perched on the altar. She looms over the skeleton beneath it.

Her lionesque tail flicks, only twice. She's skeptical, yet intrigued.

"I know a great deal about this place. Its people were my own, and when they left, I stayed to keep it from falling into unknown."