I see. They are all he gives in reply to her own questions. He must have a sharp enough mind to know just what she meant, and thus she did not have to elaborate. For this, Miya was grateful, and even managed to give the pale, alabaster male with the cold gaze a weak and small smile. But it was short lived. Aindreas. But it is not a name you would know. But perhaps my father's - Kalgalath - or his friend - King Kong - would be more likey to ring true to your memory. And what is your dubbance, Dame?. It was all she could do not to break down. He had told her his name- Aindreas, and it had registered but almost completely forgotten the next moment. For he is then speaking, and while Kalgalath is not a name she knows- the next one is. Kong. King Kong. Her knight in dark, pristine and shining armor. Involuntarily she felt her eyes find their closure and her breath attempt to calm itself, for it had spiked violently within her chest. She would not allow herself to be consumed. She refused. Steadying herself and drawing in several deep breaths, liquid silver is focused back on the wolf at hand, the one just before her. The real one and not a figment of her memory or imagination. He was a living, breathing thing, and he was here, now. Kong was not.

Unable to at that moment find her voice, she is giving him but a simple nod once more. It takes her a few moments, accompanied by several swallows and deep breaths to focus before she can speak to him once again. First, she gives him what he had so politely asked for in return. 'I am Miya.' Though she had found it, her voice was small, timid- fragile, as it had not been before. It's a ghost of what it had been, something that seemed so close to the edge of breaking and shattering. And yet her expression was not vulnerable, or even broken. It was sad. There was an immense sadness that had replaced so much in her life, and Miya never truly allowed herself to delve into that part of her makeup. It was something she had always just.. put out of mind and not concerned herself with. Such was the way of the bottle that becomes too full, only to overflow and burst with the pressure, creating such chaos and destruction around oneself that they hardly even saw it coming. Shoving such thoughts out of mind, the silver phantom is concentrating on the task at hand- and the wolf at hand. She is loathe to think of him- Kong- but Aindreas had asked her a question.

'I know Kong.' The ghost reconsiders her words for a moment before continuing. 'Knew him, rather.. I lost track of him some time ago.' It is all she says, for it is al that she can say. There is a loss in her voice, a pain that delves so deep that it cannot possibly be hidden or covered. But she doesn't even try to conceal the thick tones of emotion. Why should she, when this wolf might have known Kong himself? Perhaps they were friends, though she did not know who this wolf was- other than his title, of course. Perhaps he could tell her. 'How do you know him?..' Her curiosity is apparent as always, and there's also a timid glimmer of hope in both her expression and voice. Maybe, just maybe he was still around after all..

'Talks like this'