[Having to think on this is a welcome respite from the current conversation, and Barrow falls silent for a long enough pause that, for a moment, it may seem like he's not going to answer. But eventually he stirs, his brow knit as he recalls.]

We played cards. Someone was getting married and most of Riftwatch had gone off for it.

[He idly runs one finger along his stubbled chin, his gaze distant.]

She told me her first name.