[Of course he knows it's a lovely name, along with the other two ones that he doesn't use, but his full name is a mouthful that no one deserves. Why she's commenting on it now, after everything they've done, he doesn't understand.]

Why are we talking about this? My wish was...

[Only, what was his wish? It had seemed like it was there, on the tip of his tongue, ready to go. The trouble is that now that he thinks about it, he can't remember. Dragging a hand through his hair, he shakes his head.]

Maybe it's not important, maybe it just slipped my mind, it'll come back to me.