Caitlin had no idea what he was talking about, so she ignored his statement, worried that he seemed so distressed over her lack of knowledge of him. She found herself needing to touch his hair with gentle fingers. "Can you use your voice at all for a long time?" She asked, whilst still pondering on the nature of his name, a tactic not to dwell on the enthralling quality of his voice. It sounded like an ancient name of sorts. She wasn't sure of the origin.
His eyes answered, impatient, frustrated at his own inability.
Her fingertips found his forehead, calming, soothing. "Don't worry. Your body's been through a lot. Give it some time. You're already healing amazingly fast. Do you know who did this to you?"
Two humans, one betrayer.
Rage welled up, and for a moment red flames glowed in the depths of his black eyes.
