Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

Perhaps it was his lack of knowledge with the common tongue that softened her to a degree. He seemed so willing to adjust and learn. It almost seemed as though any frustrations were not directly at her but perhaps simply the words they spoke with each other. She would be kind, patient and gentle with him as long as he remained willing.

Words. Speak to gods? It was with a hushed tone that she spoke to him, wondering if it might help him figure out what she had mean with her one worded question.

Then he attempted her name. It was a rather softening thing to watch him struggle with one of the only things she had ever been called. A short version is what he had settled on and there is a fond look in her eyes for it. Sakh. Another small nod from her. I'm Sakh. A paw raised to tuck close to her chest as though it might serve a gesture to herself.