Blackfeather Woods you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you

It seems her words were completely not understood, though she had not expected much. The girl was old enough to start forming words, but perhaps she was still too young to understand them. Nemesis was not sure. Perhaps Potema would know, though she didn't see how she would. It did not seem like the one eyed girl had been taught Child Care when she went away to learn. In any case, she would ask. 

It seemed her casual nip had been enjoyed much more than expected, as the girl latched her claws around her snout, holding her there for longer than expected. When Nemesis turned back to see if the girl had picked herself up yet, she had not. Instead, she was in the same position as she had been left, limbs flailing here and there. Sighing, Nemesis traveled back to Qilaq's form, drawing her nose and minimally exposed front of her teeth along the girl's upper body. She did not know why this was enjoyed so much, but if it would get her to cooperate, she would do so again. 

This was an odd child, indeed.