Dragoncrest Cliffs Lights up on Washington Heights

He had been there for a few months—not as long as Wildfire, then, and of course he hadn't been held prisoner. Her chestnut eyes searched his face as he spoke, yet he declared himself glad for the opportunity to assist. She swallowed. He seemed entirely unperturbed about his tenure there, which was for the best. And it let Wildfire off the hook from having to step back in time to properly commiserate with her comrade. She let out a light breath.

"I—we're—very grateful for the role you played," she said, feeling it was all right to speak on behalf of Heda and their family. Unaware that he hadn't understood her word of gratitude, Wildfire ironically seized upon Étoille's own foreign utterance. "You said 'bonjour' a moment ago. That's... French, isn't it?" It was more or less a guess. She couldn't remember where she'd ever heard the language before, yet there was a vague familiarity from somewhere in her nearly three years of life experiences.