[Cyril sits with him and gets comfortable. His hand lingers for a moment on Kolivan's arm, almost the same spot he had touched in their shared dream.]

You know, the way my people greet one another is a saying from our lost language. All we have is bits and pieces of what was once ours, and it was one of the things we've recovered.

'Aneth ara.' It basically means "my safe place" or "welcome, you are safe with me."

[A pause, as he lets that sink in.]

Aneth ara, Kolivan. How are you today?