The girl's restless state didn't make Iorwerth any more eager to leave if he was entirely honest. Dreams didn't typically plague his sleep at all, they had during the time he recovered from his amnesia, little glimpses of his history resurfacing as his mind switched off. Occasionally those memories would still continue to appear even now he recalled them though he was certain none had left him like this. Or delusional for that matter as she began to awake. He had forgotten who Satu was but this was completely ridiculous. Elysia was a girl's name. He was not a girl.
Cirala would realise that herself as she suddenly swore. Language he was sure that Arelahn wouldn't have approved of no matter how little he knew her. He too tended to steer away from profanities though he wasn't entire certain why. They were simply words, they didn't phase him at all. Such a lovely welcome, Iorwerth was normally more skilled at those than Cirala but she may have just topped him. "No." He would confirm for her though she had clearly already realised that fact for herself. "Who is Elysia?"
