[There's a sharp intake of breath from the Sleeper, found here by chance and given an invaluable piece of a puzzle needed to help Illarion. He murmurs the words, committing them easily to memory, before his eyes return to the bird-moth omen.

No wonder she wouldn't let him venture out again, not when this is the true way to save her Sleeper.]

I understand... or at least, I begin to. I won't let this go to waste, I promise.

[He can even think of at least one prince, offhand.]

I just have to wake up. Probably better that it's sooner.