Cor's eyebrows knit together. Her pronunciation didn't sound any different to his ears than his own, but foreign names could be like that. Nicknames he understood, however. He sometimes wondered how the Horses ever got through formal introductions. "EmJay, then, if you prefer." He felt a little guilty, as if one of his old tutors might suddenly appear to chide his informality.
He had to admit, though. "Titles do get to be a lot. Some people are fussy about them, though." The news about Corin and Aravis was half a relief, half a disappointment. He didn't much care for the idea of either of them in trouble - or the grief his brother was sure to give him for somehow getting kidnapped (again) - but adventures tended to be better shared. "They're both hard to mistake. People rarely even mix up my brother and me for long, and-" But describing Aravis properly would take one of the poets back in Calormen.
He held up the magic device instead of continuing. "Can you tell me what this is? The note says to use it, but doesn't explain how."