Feyre had found distraction was the best way to move from the nightmares. She didn't want them to start taking her appetite again, nor her will to live. And he was the perfect distraction just then. "If you don't mind me asking, how did it happen?" His confession of a mentor, answered her first question, whether he'd been born without it.
"It is. My... Tamlin didn't want me to train. He wanted what I became to remain under lock and key, even from me. Rhysand saved me from that." And a rather grim future. "His General Commander took a shine to kicking my ass everyday."