"Not important, I was teasing." Hope frowned as Sebastian seemed to deflate, sinking into a crouch opposite him, knee anchored on the ground. It was cold, leeching up into her body through her jeans, but she doubted he felt much of that.
The daylight ring was a curiosity, and Hope watched him fiddle with it while she pondered its history. "See, the thing is, I don't really know what it's like to have people not know me, not in the way you're talking about. I didn't even make it to the pit yet, I was still falling when I came here. And Lizzie was the only one who came here from after the pit up until you and Landon showed up. But I get what you mean." This was definitely going to take longer than her current position was going to be comfortable, so she moved to sit crossed-legged, fingers flashing a quick spell to warm the ground a little bit.
"I'll believe surviving is one of your goals if you'll agree that stirring the pot definitely is another one." There was no way he wasn't taking glee in some of what he was doing, especially where Lizzie was involved. And Hope wanted to protect her from whatever might be there that could send her back as far as the progress she'd made.
As for the opportunity to ask him anything... "Why did you need to be desiccated for your protection?"