With the question, the knight turns towards the immaterial companion. The helm slowly tilts in curiosity, before straightening, staring at the genie's coy smile. She looks familiar. But in any case...
"John."
... It used not to be a rarity to not know his name until recently. His helmet
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"John."
... It used not to be a rarity to not know his name until recently. His helmet
"And the genie's...?"