Honestly, Ilyien, Sabev was using the more formal of his names out of respect. She didn't know if he was less upset with her or just concerned with her well being at the moment, and she didn't want to offend him further. And then there was that dream. Oh, that dream. It made her want to be closer to him and further away all at the same time. it's more because of the water. It's not really better on an island than it was on that ship. It hurts. I feel like the air is saturated with it. At least in the cave, the fire dries everything.
She looked at the bright flames while she spoke to her friend. Imagining there the brilliant fire of his wings, the way that he had moved when he flew. A little too late, Sabev wondered if that had leaked through the small shielding she'd put up.
But I think it would be good for you to teach me. I need to know. Just in case... well. Just in case.