Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

it hadn't occurred to arcturus, when it very well should have, that ying's grasp of his language was not as solid as a child born into the common tongue. he took in the wing with a nod of thanks, frowning by his own mistake.

"a peon is a servant or.. uh.. someone unworthy. thanks for the wing." were either of these words also not in ying's dictionary? arcturus quickly crammed the wing into his mouth, knowing it was better now to be silent.