[She laughs at the face he makes, reaching just enough to tug lightly on the strand of braid he's just repositioned. Then that in itself gives her an idea, and she picks up three of the braids she's already done and absently starts to weave them together in their turn.]

Let's see...I remember I was watching the fire, and thinking.

[That's a good start. She hums, as she continues to sift through her drowsy recollection of the previous night.]

You came in. I remember you seemed...so happy.

[Hmm. Her brow furrows, as she ponders a little more.]

...What is 'heartfire'?