Blackbeak Bluff And the rings i am breaking

Her ears tilt forward at him.  Had she offended him?  Do not be sorry. I am intriguing. It does not upset me.  She does not understand his foriegn tongue as it is nothing like that of her homeland or the common speech they shared; she does not make any feeble, half-hearted attempt to understand although she would've liked to know what was on his mind.  

The way he stared at her reminded her of home and she revelled in it even as it hurt her.  Her questioning gaze lingers on him a moment before returning to the ground. She weaves whimsically through the small foliage that precedes the thicker forest ahead, lingering enough to where they maintain a steady pace.

He speaks once more and there is an expectation in his voice that she does not quite comprehend.  She is not unintelligent but these deeper social cues perplexed her — did he want something from her? That we have, she muses, but her voice is the slightest bit distorted by discomfort. Is something on your mind?