“Oh, he knows where I am,” Nyx assure her new friend, “but I'm sure he'll be very eager to hear the newest chapter in our story. And I know he wants to meet you himself.”
Truthfully, she would have liked to stay longer, to talk more. But it was no longer dawn, it was fully day, and she had worked the previous night. Though she wasn't terribly discomforted in the direct sunlight, neither was she altogether comfortable. So it was probably best to end the conversation for today.
“I would love to meet you for dinner,” Nyx agreed. “Perhaps a few hours before sunset? That would give us plenty of time to talk, but still leave you plenty of time to prepare for your battle, yes? The last thing I would wish would be to have you distracted before you face your ordeal.”
Leaning in a bit closer, she told him in conspiratorial tones, “And I am going to learn how to write in your picture language so I can send you proper letters. Just you wait and see!”