Oh. Oh! Aranea's face lit up as she put the pieces together. Though to the world he remained the same, Aranea saw him transform from a vaguely threatening magical entity into a child, isolated from the world, excited to go out into it. There was an entire world of firsts waiting for him outside of this cave. First time going on an airplane. First time meeting a dragon. First time seeing the island and all of the things it held.
Aranea had grown used to those things. She was numb to them. But she could still feel that magic vicariously, and in a way that was more magical than anything this cave could show her.
"You are!" Aranea said. "They're a collection of clans called the Akt'Anir. Shul is actually one of them. I'm sure we'd be able to introduce you to some of the others, if you want." She looked to Shul for confirmation.
She wanted to try to sell him on the idea of moving to the island. It had to be better than hanging out in Plato's Deluxe Cave down here - but they didn't have to rush it. He could dip his toes in first, by going outside and meeting his next door neighbors.