Kael. A small tilt of Enver's head as he takes that in. Perhaps realizing he had heard people in the camp say that name and he had not been sure who they were referring to.

Such a small thing, and something he had never asked about. It still surprised him back then, to hear he had even been born or partially raised anywhere outside the temple. There had been mention of fleeting memories, and he left the door open to eventually explore them further, if he wished.

In the once-human's mind, they would have time for all that. Once the plan was finished.

In a way neither had expected, perhaps he was right.

But a name had never been among those things discussed.

(And he had considered. Fleetingly. Somewhat jokingly. Asking what he would prefer he call him. Since The Dark Urge wasn't exactly easy to call out in bed. He so rarely referred to him; when they were speaking it was so clear that he was talking to him. But every time the man used his own given name, it did something to him, felt unfair not to be able to give that back.)

"It suits you." The beginnings of a smile touch his lips. "Kael."