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The common tongue was not her first language, that much was clear. As someone who once had to adjust to a different language--from the common tongue--he empathized with the woman, and honored her resolve with a glowing smile. "Rheia," he repeated, having not heard her utterance under her breath. "Phocion. . .is me."

Still she stood outside in the storm, snowflakes collecting on her silver-gray pelt. He stepped further back into the nook, beckoning her inside. It did this girl no good to stand and shiver out here; best she capture what warmth this shelter, and the heat of his body in fairly close proximity, could provide.

He hoped she didn't think he was trying to take advantage of her--quite the contrary. But the language barrier made things a little more difficult, and he did his best to maintain a non-threatening posture, gaze, and tone, and to keep his words simple and kind.