“Yes, that does make sense,” he nods and inspects the paper thoughtfully. He is certainly not as good with languages as some other friends of his, but nom is fairly straightforward, the same in French and Kaelish.

He almost responds with speech, but thinks better of it and pulls out his own pen to write Je m’appelle Enjolras.

“I think that is what that says, yes? The last word is the same as French.”