[ Would they be that bold...? Then again, one had flown close enough to tousle his hair immediately. Without thinking of it consciously, the Forsaken tucked his hair behind his ear, still watching the birds.

He didn't mind if they wanted to eat from his hand - in fact, his first impulse was to try it. His second thought was that if they trusted him, it would make for easier catching - although that was presuming they were edible.

Finished with the packet of crackers, the Forsaken turned his attention to his companion, rising to meet him. ]

Yes. Their names, the reason they came to me, where they were meant to go, whether that was back to their home, or on to somewhere new. I knew without their telling me.

— Though, I should say only the Lost were able to find their way to me in that place. Those who had once been Lost and therefore knew of me could not find me again through desire alone.

[ His gaze shifted past Ironeye to the waves crashing below the railing. ] There are those here I feel must be one of the Lost - or would be, were our realms the same, but the details I once knew are beyond my ken, now.

[ That was the tradeoff, he thought with no small amount of bitter humor: he could speak with someone whenever he wished, but he could not help those who, once, it was his purpose to aid. ]