Firefly Glen Ma Zasush Dasse; Its just a flesh wound

Trigedasleng. 

The word was so strange it was nearly incomprehensible to her but she began to immediately try and repeat it, slowly wrapping her tongue around the word and managing to only slightly butcher it. She wagged as most of the rest of what the girl said went in one ear and out the rest except the word bastard which caused her to pause, flicking an ear and repeating it softly and deciding to ask later for a definition of that word. She falls silent for a while as she roots around not giving an immediate answer to Praimfaya as she focused on the whiff of mossy stench she got from the ground and tracked it down. She pawed at the moss until she got it hooked on her nails and carefully dragged it off the ground. She gave Praimfaya a smile as the girl appreciated her attitude and sat down "It help me survive. Words have power" she said simply and then repeated the word in her language "Athmuvezir " so she would perhaps tuck it away inside her mind. She began to gently stretch the moss out and flatten it as she spoke "Duthrika. It belongs to my people. It is simple language" She spoke slower in her lilted accent, choosing each word carefully and struggling in some places. 


Finally she managed to get the moss separated enough to cover the wound and pack it. "Praimfaya help place?" She asked ears shifting back as she knew she would not be able to pack the wound well enough on her own. "Roangeda...what is?" She asked her tail swaying as she hoped to continue the conversation with this intelligent girl.