He saw at least a measure of appraisal in Calanthe's gaze, but then he supposed he couldn't be too surprised at that, it was common knowledge that he was undead, although his priests had informed him that the nature of his undeath was, at least for the moment a mystery to most. He was sure that eventually the legend of a reanimated ancient warrior who on his return could appear as a man, a withered corpse or a skeleton would come to be known, but for now he was satisfied to appear human. When she lowered her hood, Calanthe's parentage became very obvious, although paler than her mother, although nowhere near Bryn's pallor, her hair was the exact shade, and no one who had seen Angela would deny that this was her daughter. Her statement that she'd been told there was no need for formality was greeted with a nod, "Certainly, that formality on my part was something from my lifetime. When welcoming a guest into your home you made a formal statement as by taking them in you took on responsibility towards them." Food, shelter and defence were all things expected of a host, "But now that's done, yes, please call me Bryn and I'll call you Calanthe, unless you have a familiar name you prefer."
He shrugged with regards to her scant possessions, "We're not especially materialistic here, so few possessions will not set you apart." with a gesture towards a small archway next to the dais, "I've had quarters prepared for you in my private wing, that way you won't step out of your room and run into a group of supplicants." Depending on the state they were in that could be a distressing sight for anyone. "If you have a need for anything from clothing to food simply tell me, or a priest who will see to it." While most of his small priesthood travelled the world, some acted as his personal attendants within the Eyrie, mostly they were neophytes who would then be sent out into the world. The mention of wanting to be helpful to her mother brought a smile to Bryn's face, although it had a slightly sad edge to it. "I do envy Angela her family, even living I was something of a solitary man, chieftains had to care for their entire people, but in doing so I found there to not be enough time to care for one person alone." Being a god now separated him that much further from people, they now saw him almost exclusively as his status rather than as a man.
Calanthe's compliment to his character warmed the smile a little, "Thank you for saying as such. I try to be fair and never to be needlessly cruel." He tried to do what he could for those who offered him enough to work with, and even those he sent on their way without granting their request were at least provisioned for their journey.
Slipping off her cloak brought Bryn's attention to her figure, while dead, in his current form he wasn't without desire. But he smothered that down, Calanthe was his guest and a bond between himself and her mother. Although thinking about it Angela's nature as a fertility goddess didn't exactly negate the possibility that she had chosen Calanthe to appeal to Bryn. "I will do my utmost to make sure that you will enjoy your living here, and I will show you the Highlands through my eyes." He foresaw that they would spend a great deal of time outside. "You will also sit in with me as I meet those who ask a boon." He indicated to the throne, "In my living days bards would often sit on a gilded stool beside a chieftain, advising on and recording what took place."