The Sentinels dysphoria

The voice with which the woman uttered her request was but a spare rattle, and Starbuck whined in response. The woman was a pitiful sight, and what's more, her language was unfamiliar. My dear, you are far too thin, she said, knowing that it wasn't likely she'd be understood. She drew close enough to touch the woman, using gentle prods of her snout to encourage the woman to lie down. Rest and stay here, she urged. You must eat. I will find you something.