Childermass made a highly suspect choice, that's what, but it's unwittingly paying off. He has to assume he couldn't use his magic at all before and now he can... or it could just be a coincidence. Bad timing. He's no way of being sure and so he'd rather focus on names right now.

"Syrlya," he repeats quietly to himself. It does sound familiar. Not surprising, seeing he could recall the man's face and other memories with him. "Nothing new... Just that you used to be red. You work under the Nightrider. You helped at the Prince's manor. Most of that I already told you, though."