She tries to put it on. It doesn't even come close to fitting.

Yeah, that's fine. He takes it back, and starts the motorcycle.

He waits to see how she reacts to that, trying to look calm.

She's watching carefully as he does so, but the result is still a painful-looking flinch when it starts making noise.

He is not entirely sure he can explain to her the importance of holding on.

He shuts it off, and makes a call.

"Hey, Stiles? Something weird happened and I need a ride. It's kind of important. Yeah, thanks."

"We no go yet."

He sits on the bike, waiting.

She sits on the ground, still watching him.

He gets off, and crouches down next to her.

"Kobold want learn English?"

Shrug. "Okay."

"If I eat food, I no hungry. If I drink water, I no thirsty. If I sleep," he closes his eyes, and mimes nodding off.

"If I sleep, I no tired."

"Mm. Go, sleep?"

"I need sleep or I am tired. I need food or I am hungry. Kobold need food, kobold need water. Kobold also need sleep?"

"I need sleep. I no tired, I -" she thinks through her vocabulary for a moment, doesn't come up with anything even slightly useful, and instead reaches for his hand. "Ilva," she warns, stopping short of touching him.

He reaches for her hand tentatively.

And now they're in a clearing in a forest. It appears to be midmorning. The kobold winces.

...

"I want understand. You and I go, you and I are where?"

Shrug. "Words. Kobold where." She hasn't let go of his hand; she puts them back by the motorcycle.

"I am here, you are here, we are here. We go there, we come here. We go there, ilva?"

This time he seems less tentative when he holds out his hand.

She doesn't seem happy about it, but she puts her hand in his and they're back in the sunlit forest.

"Home where I sleep and eat. Kobold home here?"

She sighs deeply, and then they teleport again. It's very dark, after the sunlight, and smells of woodsmoke. The kobold lets go of his hand and he can hear her moving around a bit.

"Kobold want be home? I want be my home, you want be your home?"

She doesn't answer. After about a minute, a fire flares up, and he can see that he's in a roughly oval cave, with tunnels leading out at each end and various objects - bowls, tools, firewood - stacked neatly along one wall. There's a pile of furs by the fire, and the kobold goes to sit on it, hanging her head between her knees. "I eat here, sleep here. No home."

"Kobold want my home, sleep and eat there?"

She shrugs, and sort of slowly collapses until she's lying on her back.

"If kobold want sleep my home, kobold can go there. We go there. If kobold no want, I no want."

She doesn't move. There's a long pause. "Scott speak kobold want - speak kobold want food, water, sleep. Scott no. Kobold no want. Kobold want no."