He was too distracted by the miracle she had performed on his wound to hear what she was saying. The pain was gone. Carefully, he touched his fingers to the bloodsoaked gash in his shirt, and felt the new skin beneath it. When his hand returned clean of blood, he opened the hole in his clothing a bit more, to see for himself that she had completely healed his injury. Not even a scar marked his skin.

His eyes lifted to hers, and he scrambled to his feet. "You know who I am," he said confidently, with a small smirk of pride that he'd figured her out. "You're part of the resistance. How many of you are there? A hundred? More?"

Of course, it made perfect sense! She had recognized him as the prince of Ysai, and had rescued him in order to assist him in the coming war.

Thunder rumbled again. He peered down into the streets, where the guards were moving quicker. "They'll scatter with the rain," he said in mockery of their childish fear of the storm, confident now that he was so certain that Solaria would take him to the rest of the resistance -- the beginnings of his new army.