[ Can he blame her for being excited about something this fascinating? And she's getting a very clear image of what she could design for his ornament, come to think of it. Though she does notice that he's skipped out on his name... so does he have one? Or is he just hiding it? She wants to ask, but—

Maybe it's because of the vision she had the first time she met, for there was a resonance in their thoughts— but the very name, "Amaurot", makes her stop and mouth it as though she was waiting for him to say it- she's not sure what happens then. It was a feeling that had been lingering when she first saw the city, having wanted to look at it closely as she viewed it, but now, with the name...

It was somewhere in her memories, the Echo likely having drawn it from when she experienced his memories, but it doesn't feel that strange.

Something about it feels nostalgic. ]

Amaurot.

[ She repeats, now that she's not echoing him, a hand moving to over her chest as she tries to reconcile why she's feeling that— she has absolutely no connection to this place, after all. And yet... ]

Call me crazy, but I feel like I knew that.

[ She says honestly— her ears flicking sheepishly as she looks at the glowing city ]

... what happened to it? You don't have to answer now if it's too painful. It's just...

[ She feels odd, all of a sudden, like she's afraid of learning. ]