Neverwinter Forest Pardon, I'm getting my scream on

"Yeah, but I'm, like, super tough. No big deal," she responded with a soft chuckle. Tomorrow, she'd wash the mud off, she decided. Silver eyes traveled back up to the dark wolf and she raised her head just a little bit, thoroughly interested. 

Kiswahili. It was a pretty word for a pretty language. "Ki-swa-hi-li," she said slowly, breaking it down into syllables so she didn't say it too wrong. It must be weird, to be in a place where no one spoke your native tongue. Lenny wondered if that might be lonely. But luckily, there was something she could do about that. "Teach me a sentence," she urged, moonstone eyes searching his face.