Nova Peak the bloodied hatchet

There was no explanation that came, and perhaps she had not expected one. The next time he spoke Sangilak but bristled, unwittingly falling into the latter of his spoken assumption: mute. Physically, though, she was slow. Mentally too, a bit, but what he had said then she understood well enough. Sangilak turned away from him again so that she could better look at her surroundings and note what was where. She did not suppose, based on the others attitude, he might humor her and inform her of what he knew of this place. 

But Sangilak did not mind to find out. If one never tried, they might never know. 

She looked back to him, and first said, I am warm, indulging his first question, and answering his second question in the same breath; both her expression and her voice were deadpan, and she continued: What do you know of these lands? Sangilak then gestured to beyond the mountain so that he could see she meant the world around them as opposed to the very place they stood upon, in which case she, the literal woman, would have posed the literal question. Being one of so few words, she was—generally—careful with the ones she selected.