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Well, for not speaking the language, she did a pretty good job, Lily thought. The blackbird gave her a charming smile, shaking her head. It's all right, she insisted, Yes, this is a pack, I suppose--a sanctuary. Elysium.

She cocked her head, giving the woman a brief once-over before speaking again. What's your name? she asked sweetly. She thought that was an easy enough question to comprehend and answer; she could always amend it if there were complications. Lily was woefully short on experience with foreign-tongued individuals.