Firekeeper thought for a few seconds, reaching back to that unhappy event. She didn't like thinking back on it, though it was now one of the features of her nightmares. Confined in an unfamiliar place, unable to move, and alone. (Despite the fact that there had been other people there at the time. None of them had been anybody that she knew.) Yes, that had been it. "Remember now. Yes." She hesitated, wondering which name to use. On the one hand, she barely knew this woman. On the other, the woman had tried to offer some comfort, which was worth a great deal in Firekeeper's eyes.
"Firekeeper," she said, erring on the side of familiarity. "Also Lady Blysse Kestrel, but mostly Firekeeper. He is Blind Seer," she said, reaching down to rub at Blind Seer's shaggy head.
Blind Seer, for his part, had been somewhat insulted by the laughter of the unfamiliar animals. He gave a disdainful sniff and sat down, chewing at the fur of one shoulder as if they were beneath his notice. His ears flicked when Firekeeper's hand sought his fur, but otherwise he acted as if nobody else were there.
Firekeeper glanced down at him and snorted. And to think that he called her stubborn and prideful sometimes. If they were to learn what those creatures were, if only to have a name to put to them, it looked like Firekeeper would have to be the one to do the digging. "What are they?" she asked, pointing to the unfamiliar beasts. "They not tell me. And Blind Seer think they insult him."