[ She lets him settle with it, having given him a middle ground. Taking easing breaths until she becomes calm again. ]

Definitely. That'd be the Fog God. She was a cruel, capricious nasty piece of work, that took people like this place takes people. Then when the Fog came - that's what we called it - we'd transform. We'd all transform, though not all to the same thing, and even if we were both say, Minotaurs, it'd take us completely differently.