Greatwater Lake misdirection

the girl prattled on, and gradually zharille became accustomed to the sound of her voice. she did understand some of the words spoken, but she had never found a reason to use them herself; beyond that, songbird spoke rapidly and often, and so the flow of conversation was more like a racing river, while zharille was more of a frozen lake.

she understood that the girl offered to fish. zharille gave the girl a glance, and then motioned to the water, and made a curious trilling sound - lilting at the end, as if asking a question; it was an invitation, as zharille was always hungry now and would happily take food as tribute.

besides, zharille was lonely without her men. this girl was a chatterbox, but at least she was company.