[Something drains out of his expression as he processes.]

Ph-Phoe...nix.

[His name is Phoenix. Maya named her fiery bird familiar... after...

He rests his forehead against his palm. Give him a second here. Exasperation is coming off of him in waves, and though Phoenix may not have the exact context, he knows Maya. This is Maya-induced.]

She's fine. Longer than I have, so at least half a year. I don't know what she's doing right now, exactly.