"we'll change the world!" but nothing seems to change

Basilisk shook his head as he settled down by the fire next to her. “You didn’t. Not sure what did, actually” he admitted. He just remembered being jolted awake. “And I saw your fire, so I came to investigate” he explained. He hadn’t expected to find her out here. Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, blinking sleep from his own eyes as he slowly woke and became more coherent. “What are you thinking about, anyway?” he wanted to know.

Wanted to know what brought her out here, why she was awake and sitting by a fire instead of curled up in her bed. He watched her feet a stick to the flames, and then looked about for one of his own, holding the thin thing in the heart of the fire as he waited for her to answer the many questions he had sent her way.

"Speech"