"...Your journal." A snap of his fingers brings it to his hand. He lays it on the bed within their reach. "You had been having dreams of another life, yes? Dreaming of a different night sky. Of another life and another world..."

He leaves off stroking their hair and trails his fingers over the additional arms they appear to have kept from their time as a Lightwarden. "You knew my name though I never gave it to you." Swallowing thickly, his voice suddenly tightens. "Why? Why did you not tell me earlier? If I had known, I would have adjusted my methods."