The Sunspire I got tired of the song and decided not to start a new one

Amsu spoke in a peculiar way, but for all Wraen cared he could talk gibberish or Chinese, she would feel like a happy fool all the same and his voice would be like music. Where was her rational self now? Sitting back, eating popcorn and watching amusedly, how the part of her emotional brain took over the thinking hemispheres. 

It was good that he talked about Sunspire, thus unknowingly giving Wraen back some solid footing. Thinking coherently, while floating few feet above the ground, was not very easy. "Oh, it is. I lived here with my family for almost a year or so," she told him, casting a quick glance around and thanking gods that she was at a familiar place. "I can show you around, if you wish? This is, of course, a great view, but there are better sights," she offered. Agree, agree, agree.