Happy Honeymoon

I'll resume the posting order, since Tommy's no longer translating. (Rakharo, Kivi, Lavakho, then back to me.)

The Khal roared, and Tomahawk did not think translation was necessary. His intent was clear, and the two strangers vanished promptly. Kivi remained on the ground, and after a brief glance to Rakharo, she began to lick the girl's face, hoping to revive her. "Wake, Kivi," she pleaded, though she was fairly certain nothing could be done to stir her from her slumber. Something was quite wrong, and Tomahawk did not have the knowledge to fix her. Tomahawk licked at her eyes, her chin, her cheeks, but nothing happened.

"She needs help," she said plainly to the Khal and his brother.