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her eyes lit up, her ears pricked—he understood. he could learn. he could teach! in his cruder tongue, she repeats his word and nods, and then more food is offered. not so much as to make him sick, but enough to satisfy! 
for a time Toula lingers, and the two together might have learned two or three simple things in different tongues—but the end result remained the same, and Toula felt relief. she would continue these visits, continue to teach and be sure he was fed and taken care of—
but her season would pause the lessons that came from her for a time, and for his reputation as the man that had perhaps savaged the Hem and slaughtered the Hemet he, unbeknownst to her, would not be treated kindly. 

fader for me!!