Blackbeak Bluff i wonder if she misses me, probably not

She's pleased to hear him agree, but she doesn't say it. Instead she's silent for several moments; not a cold silence, but comfortable. She glances back to his face a beat before she finally speaks, studying him intently. I've heard it's more difficult to learn a second language later in life. It takes time and practice. Exposure. She repeats herself in the common tongue, and gives it a moment to sink in.
Then she gestures out to the ocean. Ocean. Baby steps — but he will hear much of the language even from the beginning. If she sees him again, of course; she'd meant to teach Siarut her language, too, and many others before him. She'd even gotten somewhere with some of them — but it's never quite worked out. Perhaps this time it will.