Firestone Hot Springs he’s still leading me for

He continued to stare at the vapor that rose from the earth, examining the way it contorted and vanished into the blue sky. Again he is put into a trance (oh how quickly his mind wanders) and again it is up to the woman to pull him back into a conversation. And she does so in the most cryptic of ways.

Aeryn. He turned to her with a puzzled expression. What? It is unlike the handful of vocabulary he had picked up on. It was new, hard to understand and therefore frightening. He took time to dissect the word and ultimately came to the conclusion that it had to belong to someone. It was unique, like Alarian or Midar. Only now he had no clue as it who it belonged to. 

There was no room to ask questions. The woman went on claiming she knew him from a place called Elysium. His gaze fell as he tried repeating that word softly. Ely- ely some...?

No this can't be right. She must be mistaken. Phillip was nobody. A phantom bought to the world on a gentle wave. There was no life before that. Try as he might, he could remember nothing.

W-who is that? He recited the name a few times to himself before uttering, Aeryn?