"Shut up. I'll be. Um. Woodlark." 

"...Is that not what your lute was named when you were sixteen?" 

"Moondance, I'm trying to focus." He turns back to Promise. "Er, sorry." 

It would not be very circumspect of her to ask if there are a lot of Demonsbanes around. "Woodlark," she agrees. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." He still looks very tense. "Hmm. What I know so far is that, er, you're working with - someone, um, in the north, and - the Tayledras went there to fight with Iftel because Vkandis saw a threat, and - the gods surrendered to you? I'm honestly really confused about all of that, though." 

"The name thing works on gods. I read the Sunlord's name in a book and didn't do anything else. He and the Star-Eyed coordinated an attack on where I was staying. I derived her name too and demanded that they cut it out. She did, he didn't, so I told him to."

He blinks. "I've - never heard of a power like that. Where are you from?" 

"Fairyland."

"Um, where's that?" 

"It's another world."

"Oh. Er, how did you end up here?" 

"Happy accident."

He makes a bit of a face at the non-answer, but lets it slide. "Right. And how did you end up, um, working with the person in the north?" 

"That's where I landed. His people helped me. - Leareth counts as a nickname."

"Ah." Woodlark's eyes flick to Moondance, his expression hard to read. He rubs one wrist with the other hand. "Does, er, Leareth want you to fight the gods for him, then?" 

"It doesn't appear to be necessary to have an entire fight about it." Lightning ceases to be injured, all at once.

"Oh!" Lightning sits up, shooing Moondance away when his partner tries to help. He stretches his arms, looks at his hands. Then gives Promise a slightly awed half-smile. "Thank you." 

"Thank you," Moondance echoes, smiling as well, though still with an edge of tension in it. 

"You're welcome. Is there anyone else I should see?"

Moondance hugs his partner tightly before rising. "Yes. This way." 

Woodlark follows. "So what is Leareth getting you to do, then?" 

"I'm... not sure that's any of your business?" she remarks, fluttering after Moondance.

"I think it's kind of my business if it affects my country? Which, er, is Valdemar, for context. If he's mentioned that." 

"Valdemar has come up but I don't have a lot of intuitions about how countries work because Fairyland doesn't really have them, so I don't know if it's in fact customary for being from a country to entitle you to information about whether other people are thinking about or making plans that involve it."

"Right." He doesn't seem satisfied, exactly, but he falls silent.