Because Nicya had a serious issue with understanding Voört's idiolect, she consciously decided not to let him speak. Ever. In his presence she became the most talkative and annoying carenayi she possibly could, just to avoid any embarrassing silence while parsing his speech or anything along that line.
"...she said that she was a respectable elder woman at the Soul Shaping Realm, so I should know better than making things difficult for her. I said okay bewmer. I swear she screamed like a demented hag with not a sliver of dignity for a whole minute, and I enjoyed every second of it. All while gleefully gnawing on the pills..."
Voört laughed. Enicya understood that. She looked his way with an expression of complicity, as if finding the same thing funny meant that words were no longer needed between people who shared their level of bonding.
Voört awkwardly kept the laughter going, but had to break that unsettling mutual gaze somehow. Picking up one of the pastry she brought for the afternoon snack worked fine.

"I'll check your meridians later, but if you ate all those pills I'm pretty sure everything is fine with the Three Shaded Flame." commented Kaede at the end of the story.
"Yes, but why did I lose its control? What was all that refining for?"
"Well, with your level of cultivation I expected that refining would only slow down the corrosion, but perhaps having it attached to a meridian whose element is fire wasn't all bad."
"So it means that I will be able to refine it even more?"
"Of course, you said it yourself: there's so much of what it means to cultivate you're still missing, every time you figure something new you can improve all of your fundations."
Kaede wondered whether it was the right time to break some bad news to her, but he resolved to hold on for the time being, as she had more than enough to think about.