Wild-eyed and shaken, the teenaged princess sinks back against the maze and holds the knife she stole from the party out in front of her for protection, hands trembling despite the brave face she's trying to portray. The adrenaline has worn off and despite a successful defensive strategy, at least judging by the gore on her once immaculate gown and ridiculously elaborate hairstyle being askew, she is at a loss when she sees the even larger figure before her.

But he's speaking to her and while it registers, it takes several more moments before she slowly begins to lower her knife and lets out a few shaky breaths in an attempt to regather her wits about her. Despite his immense size, he doesn't seem willing to attack her like the other beasts in the maze have but she knows better than to trust anyone outright.

Rhaenyra's tired and, regrettably, without a protector. Her feet make the decision for her, cautiously leading her over to him. Not close enough to allow herself to be a target should he change his mind, but close enough that they can speak to one another while she hugs at the wall of the maze. With the shock staring to wear off she blinks, lets her hands fall to her sides and murmurs up to him. Using the back of her free hand, she scrubs at some of the dirt on her face.

".. Yes. Thank you." No, she's still not believing what she is seeing and keeps trying to sneak peeks up at him. She will find her words and courage sooner rather than later. "If I may, what exactly are you meant to be?"