"Oh."

"This forest seems like a very safe forest but not all forests are like that."

Segda starts pulling pinfeathers from its chin.

And her translation spell wears off and she doesn't immediately recast it and they continue Yarisong-wards.

Segda's chatter, without the spell, is high and chittering, like a cross between a bird and a rodent and the sound of a knife being sharpened.

Well that's unpleasant. 

It's not very loud, at least.

When it gets too distracting she recasts the spell.

"- and they said I'd go mad but I said they were a stupidhead. What's your name, do you have a name? How many names do humans have?"

"Iris. Some humans have lots of names and some have one or two. Why'd they think you'd go mad?"

"Because of the plum, I said. Is Iris your only name?"

"Only one I feel like sharing. I mean, why do they think plums drive people mad?"

"I dunno."

"Have plums driven people mad before?"

"Dunno."

"That seems like a good thing to figure out before deciding that they're, uh, stupidheads."

"Do you eat plums?"

"I have eaten plums but I'm human and they were plums from far away."

"Are you mad?"

"I don't think mad people usually notice."

"Oh."

"If no one has told you that you're mad that's a pretty good sign you aren't but I haven't been around many people. You strike me as a little mad but it could be because you are a small child, or a stranger, instead of because of plums."

"A stranger?"

"That's what the locals call your race. We don't have it where I'm from so I don't know a better word for it. Races are really different, what's mad for a human would be ordinary for an elf or something."

"We're people."