It is not hard to talk about Narayedaran. How he made friends with a shy young scholar who had only just arrived. How he loved his work with the bookwyrms, and had shown a delighted Invar a litter of kits when they were just old enough to be getting used to people. How they had spent hours talking, sometimes in groups but more frequently alone. Narayedaran had even offered to braid Invar's hair in preparation for one of the ceremonies. They are good memories, full of light and warmth as Nara himself had been, and Inric smiles as he talks, and Carianaya listens intently.