What a nice name for a nice child. This was going well, even with all the shocks and surprises. After all, Francœur knew what he himself looked like. Even his dear friends back home had all screamed at him once. He made a happy sound. It sounded like a bird in love.

He waited; Francœur was not the sort to talk but rather wait for others to talk to him first. Now that they both had a way of communicating, he simply watched patiently for more words from Jericho.