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Toula looked to his features, though could not discern whether or not he did or did not understand. it would not do for him to understand and be quietly collecting intelligence, but… were he not to, then it was no wonder he had not said a word to them that any could interpret! 
despite being announced, she did not think he understood. but she had heard stories of feral men and women—the first men and women of the wilds. he was like them, she thought. not entirely wordless, but essentially just that when none could understand. so she stands tall, tail over her hips, becoming something before even the first women—the Goddess that created them!
she gestures to herself, standing tall, and says, Pharaoh. a name for him to know her. now she gestures to him, and tilts her head, wondering if he would understand without words and only actions what she asked: his own name.