He likes Rutile. They bowed to him. In different circumstances, when he's not on the verge of panic and not trying to work out where is or why, he would probably want to spend more time with the living rock; he's fascinated by anything he's never seen before, and he loves to learn. But these aren't different circumstances, and he is on the verge of panic.

"Who would know my name?" he asks hopelessly. "I don't know anyone here." He gathers himself up with an effort and looks around. "I don't even know where I am. What is this place? How did I get here? I -- I know it's called Aifaran, and I know... I know I'm not in danger. But I don't know how I know that."