[ G'raha laughs, softly. Like one might with a coeurl kitten, he reaches up to flick one ear, then smooths his fingers over the twitching appendage and through Ezar's hair again, having stopped as he was speaking. ]

Perhaps we should wait and ask him another time.

[ But, out of a politeness for not making fun of him too long. ]

Trying to summon you across the rift, at some later point in time. As I did with Summer.