He watched her for a long moment, the sound of her saying his name wrapping around him in a way he didn't completely understand. It was said always that there was magic in names, that those who held them held power over you. And maybe she did in some way, even if he wasn't certain he'd ever understand the how and why.
If he could have said something else, he would have, but he'd already said enough just now. Possibly more than he ever should have, particularly as, though he knew his words to her were true, he also knew how difficult they might prove to keep.