[ But wasn't it?  The fact that she could run to something counter of the Scions.   Wasn't it exactly the words that she hadn't wanted to attribute to it?   It wasn't a physical sense with which it was meant, but it was all the same-- luring her away with the promise of greater knowledge.   He'd jump at it of course, in a heartbeat-- to teach her something that could possibly rile up her precious scions, an unholy pleasure that could be attributed to doing something a little bit wicked, exactly.

Tempting her with the fruit of knowledge and perhaps rewarding her with glimpses here and there of memories, to sweeten it. ]

As always, you know how to summon me whenever you wish-- just don't summon me where the light is too excessive, you'd be doing either of us no favors whatsoever.

[ allusion to the excess of light that near well burned him.  Am Araeng before night touched it would be simply off the table unless it was under the guise of somewhere cool and dark.   Rak'tika was different of course, the light was prevalent but the cover of trees for the large part shielded him from any lasting damage with excessive contact. ]