Lion Head Mesa Earthly scene

Eset calls and Inji is quick to follow, drifting into the concourse on stilted legs, tail swishing at her ankles. She settles into the crowd and comes to a polite sit.
The erpa-ha has orders. A litter?
As Eset details the plan, Inji finds herself more and more lost on it and the culture shock had never been so blatant. But she nods swiftly anyway, hiding her malcontent with wide eyes and idle fidgets with the feather at her ear. Silt. Okay, she was to help gather silt. She could do that! That was simple enough!
So with a flash of a hopeful smile, she awaits further direction; somehow without getting her own word in.