Okay, finding the seat is a little more difficult with his vessel’s eyes closed. He makes out the shape after a moment of struggle and moves to sit. He can hear the shift of hair over serpents and has to resist making some sort of delighted gesture. He doesn’t quite catch the intake of breath, though, that slight gasp as she shows her fabled hair.
"They call me Adramelekh. My pantheon are more or less forgotten, now. We move on. I don’t have quite so impressive a role in legend as yourself." He crosses his knees in the seat and relaxes a little. "Your head seems to have reattached, rather well, at least."
She grinned broadly at the small gasp and gazed at him much like a predator would stare at its prey. “And I thought my name was a mouthful. People end up going ’M-m-med-d-’ and then suddenly stop.” Em laughed again this one inked with more a more sinister tone as she watched him ease into the bench next to her.
"Though I do have to give my condolences to your forgotten pantheon. Hades and the merry-crew up in Mount Olympus seem to be myths now. Not that I’m complaining any.“ Her eyes continued to sweep over his form as if to make meaning out of the shadowy-ness that was his body. "You can thank Hades for that. I’m not sure if he found my head after Perseus’s passing or if he made me a new body–honestly, I don’t care at this point.” Curiously, she reached over to lay a hand on his shoulder. Was he even physical matter?