[ His eyes and gaze lack their customary sharpness, having been dulled by his injury and years of being alone, and yet when he looks at Phya, there is nothing in them but love. Of course he still loves her. Nothing in their star or beyond the star would make him stop loving her.

It may take time for him to heal from the years of their separation, but he imagines she needs to heal as well. Perhaps now they can begin to heal together. ]

It feels good and right to hear you say that again. [ That is rather understating matters, but Aymeric is simply relieved that she is here with him at all. ]

If that is the name you wish to use, then of course, I will use it. [ He has not forgotten her name; how could he, after all? He thought that perhaps she wished to use another name now that she has been born as someone else: another form, but the same soul. ]

Lantaa. [ His tone of voice deepens as he says her name, and the look in his eyes grows even more intense than before. ]