If and when he learns about the Fold, he might make a comparison to the Blight at home. For now, he just thinks of the sky, clear though it is night, and how foreign it feels to him. He has spent many nights at camp or travelling, so he grew used to the stars.

These stars that he does not know just give him too many questions to answer.

His eyes go wide at her words. "A Phoenix constellation? Truly?"

The Eikons don't have constellations unless my lore is wrong, but they are so revered that to hear of something like that…it does really surprise him.

"I should like to see a constellation like that."

After a moment, he remembers himself, rather than getting lost thinking of legends and Eikons. He knows Phoenix's Dominant, so the firebird is hardly a legend to him, but the lore in their world runs generations deep.

"My apologies, I did not even introduce myself. Dion Lesage," he says, offering her a hand. Manners. It's easy to fall back on something like that, the mundane expectations placed on him when he interacts with people. He doesn't care about his station or title (he doesn't even offer it up here), but he's lost if he can't cling to the tiniest bits of familiarity in a strange world.