Sun Mote Copse verlamming

the expectation of submission was one that anathi was grateful for. it allowed him to lie down and rest under the guise of respect without exposing his vulnerability. the woman spoke, and he listened, though meaning was lost in translation. eh..., he was searching for the words, hier, wolf. help my. these were words that he'd used before, words that he knew she could understand. frustration began to tick as he realized that these might be the only words she could understand.

still, anathi continued. siek den. kom help, ek is beter. small sighs as he tried to communicate his gratitude. dankie. bedank haar. every word was said almost painfully slow in hopes of increasing comprehension. he waited for a response, though he doubted he'd understand it anyway.