The sympathy card seems effective with this man, Kronid notices. Good to know. Perhaps his blood will be just as sweet -

But the thoughts are interrupted briefly by the rattle of tile. Kronid looks down, then up at the walls, eyebrows furrowing. Interesting. He has heard rumors of this place being alive, of the house itself caring for the family within...but those he had taken with a grain of salt.

The rumors had been right. And now here he is, a sickly dark crimson smudge on this colorful tapestry.

When the woman approaches, Kronos lets Bruno explain first while he tries to use the ambient sounds to map the immediate area with his mind. Strange. It feels...flexible.

But he pulls himself from his examination to bow a little to the woman. "Kronid. Charmed, I'm certain. This ratty old stray is sorry for intruding."