Neverwinter Forest Because I don't trust you to understand me

She looked at him curiously as he uttered the foreign word. What does that mean? she asked. If it was impolite for her to ask, she was unaware; when she was curious, she asked questions. 

Kiswahili, she repeated back to him, the word probably sounding not quite right. Interesting, she said next. To his question, Simmik nodded. Yes, I speak the northern language of my mother's home, she explained. She taught it to me and my brothers while we were young. She had spoken it for as long as she could speak real words, her mother made sure of that. She paused to mark another spot along the borders, rejoining her packmate after.