Wild Berry Meadow dread doctor

so sorry for wait!!

So, Deimos sees Elve .. but she doesn’t see him. There’s a big stretch of awkward silence where it looks like her brain is misfiring, or maybe she’s startled - neither of which Deimos knows how to handle. He’s about to clear his throat and relieve the weirdness but Elve speaks, her voice heavy with an accent Deimos has not heard before. He wonders if she is not native stock, or if this was not the preferred language. He hopes that’s not the case because he only knows one language, and not very handily either. 

Elve’s way of greeting was odd, but Deimos pushes it aside with a smile that shows he’s joking. Well, this man was asleep. Come to think of it, he couldn’t complain if his nap was disturbed by company of Elve’s likeness. It’s been some time since he’s had much civilized interaction and he’s in sore need of it.