Isibel peers at it. "You didn't draw this fruit," she says. "Is it good for elves to eat?"
Isibel blinks at the fruit, then tilts her head and takes it and bites tentatively into its side.
She grins and eats the rest. "Thank you," she says. "I like it. It tastes good."
"Later, I may want to bring this fruit to the other elves," she says.
Eventually she can call to mind no other words they've covered. "I have forgotten what else I've taught you. I knew it and now I don't," she says, writing this sentence as she speaks.
"If there is something else you want to learn to say, you can tell me and I will teach you," she reminds him.
Isibel blinks several times, and feels herself blushing. "Oh. Oh. Um." She sighs. She writes it down. Perhaps he can figure out how to pronounce it himself at this point.
She shakes her head. "I don't." And this is hardly a secret, because it's always clear at home who the unicorns avoid: "Unicorns still come near me."
"Unicorns can do things they don't like if they have to, if it's important. If they'd die otherwise."
Isibel swallows. "You know what sounds the letters make," she says, gesturing at the word she wrote for him. And then she decides to start teaching him shapes. Circle, triangle, square, etcetera.
Shapes and then locations! She points out the Nine Cities, and names Silverbranch too, and then she draws her family tree and names family relationships.