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I'm too lazy for translation nonsense rn

The male's response caught her off-guard; she stood quietly for a beat, surprised. So she had run into a Drageda wolf— great. Perfect. Now they'd all know she had been lost like an idiot. Yes, Branwen made the switch instinctively, lowering her posture slightly and offering a deferential dip of her head. My name is Branwen; I've come here hoping to prove my worth in Drageda.
She paused a few beats, then had a thought— Those words you spoke— what language is that? Branwen didn't question her assumption that he spoke Trigedasleng yet. She was too busy feeling equal parts relieved and embarrassed to have been found by someone from Drageda, and it showed in her expression.