Though Erichthonios may not have such a close rapport with Emet-Selch as to recognize him right away, something of his eyes give him pause. He blinks, the fog of his slower thinking delaying his response.

"...I suppose not." Granted, he does not have experience with such beings. Unable to arrive at an answer to his contemplations, he temporarily sets them aside in favor of speaking with his new company. With a soft incline of his head, he broaches the subject in a tentative voice.

"You are... from Etheirys, are you not?"