Altar of Twilight i'm feeling primitive

"I'll take you sometime," Galaxy concluded in a contented voice, attention once more drifting away from the moonstones and toward Drogon as he spoke highly of Hydra. She beamed. "Oh, I'm glad she found someone to train. You're a mercenary, then?" she queried before nodding her head decisively. "Hydra is very cool," Galaxy agreed, "but also very warm when you need her to be," she finished with a bit of a cheeky smile.

Looking around again now, the svelte youth rose to all fours, prepared to begin exploring again. "Have you ever been here before? Hydra told me it's called The Altar of Twilight, which is a very pretty name. But if you had to rename it something else, what would you call it?" she pressed rather spontaneously, her own mismatched eyes already looking very thoughtful.