Moonspear and strong when you are weak

Hydra's tail swayed with the praise given and in mute thanks both; she was appreciative of that much, and hoped to only ever improve. But was that not the same of all the things that she did? She put in her proverbial pocket the potential meanings behind one singular word. In any case, she repeated the correct way to say what she had made an error on, and then its alternative... I will attack. 

As for Praimfaya's epiphany, Hydra hummed with a grin: I can hear that, now, and she could. One word could have dual, or more thorough, meanings. Hydra hoped to continue to learn about that. What other words might have many meanings...? I suppose that it is. Though now, you might be able to appreciate all that you have been able to learn in a different way, she considered. For the benefit of knowing this language, of being able to communicate in front of an untrustworthy party, went without saying. 

Praimfaya continued in their lesson. Op was a word she had heard several times over, but only with them. Was em them, or was that the obvious, and therefore potentially wrong, assumption? Hod... what could that mean? Hold? Hold up? Hold them, if it was them? Wait up? So many conclusions her mind sought to come to, but she did not know which was right, which was wrong. 

This early on, Hydra really could only guess. Trial and error. Wait, she guessed, peering to Praimfaya with interest to see if she was off-base or still somewhat on track.