Duck Lake ain't that a kick in the head?

aditya sighed, nodding. jaanta hoon, he said sadly, with a shrug. there wasn't any way to communicate with her. he kept trying and trying to find the common tongue, but it was like grabbing a fish in the stream between his paws. it all kept slipping away from him, even as he got closer. and he didn't know why.

he shook his head at her query, giving her a kind smile regardless. nahin, theek hai, adi assured her, shifting his weight a little as he tested each limb. physically, he seemed to be all right, save for the headache. mentally, though. . .his brains were a little, well, scrambled, and god knew how long it would take for them to resolve that state.

dhanyavaad, he said again, for lack of much else to give her. it was about time he began to head home. perhaps there was a healer within swiftcurrent's ranks that could assess his head, figure out what was wrong and how to treat it.

unless there was further resistance from her, he began to pad away, flashing a grateful look toward the girl in parting.