[Summer's been listening quietly up until this point, mulling both over G'raha's offer — and trying to determine what, if anything, she would even have an interest in pursuing, what she cares about, what's important enough to her that she would want to devote hours upon hours of study to unraveling it — but it's Ezar's decision that draws her back out of her thoughts and into the flow of conversation.

He'd follow them home if he could, selfishly? He must mean joining the Scions, then. And he hadn't known the outcome of Ala Mhigo, so he must be from a time before she or any of the others left for the First — back when she and G'raha were still a world apart, themselves. He would keep this, he means. Be a part of them. And that's —

It's such an abrupt change from his insistence that he's not like them that she almost doesn't want to poke at it any further, for fear of shattering the fragile thread of hope it rests on. Whatever's made him come around to the idea, it's enough. And as for bringing them together...

Well.]

There. Might be a way it could work. Sometime when we're not all like this, there's something we should test.

[The power of the seat of Azem is to call allies from far afield, isn't it? So maybe between the two of them, herself and G'raha...]

And I know what I would study, if I could. For myself, the Ancients. And for the star...to find a cure for tempering. That's what I would do, if I knew I would get it.