Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

The other became their size in an instant. 

Medusa moved with Midas alongside her, tail still but eyes bright. She looked into silver. It was like comforting light that encompassed her then. It was not bad, but good. So she did not stop until she got before the others face, and then pressed her nose against the others because it was there, and because so was she, and Medusa sought to feel as Midas did.

The sound she made was one Medusa blinked at. She had never heard such a sound. Not from their milk bringer, not from any visitor (yet) that she could have recalled. But it caused Medusa to tilt her head, wondering at its meaning... but not pushed away by it.