That takes her a moment to parse. "Is simplify make simple?"

"Yes."

"I mostly understand you. This is good practice."

"That's good, then," he says. "How long did you spend doing it with her yesterday? Must've been quite a long time."

"I did not – didn't," she corrects herself, "Understand that."

"How long did you learn Thuria for?"

"What is for in learn Thuria for?"

"– Oh, to do something for a time. I speak for a few seconds. You learnt Thuria for two hours…? Three?"

"I learned Thuria for about six hours yesterday."

"That's– quite a long time!" he says. "What else did you do?"

"We ate two times, and I asked her about shadows, and I asked her about gestures, and we talked about magic, and I asked her about the town, and we went to the wall."

"Why did you go to the wall?" he asks, mildly curious.

"We went to the wall to see magic creatures."

"Did you see any? I'm guessing you went around sunset?"

"We saw a sunset and a haze and a shadow and a running man."

"A running man? Oh, is Akien back – not that you'd know who that is. … Was he using magic?"

She nods.

"Might be Akien, then. He's Ev's magic teacher."

Airta inquires tactfully about whether there's any food she can have and also what's his name.

"Buran," he says. "Buran Kersa."

As to whether there's food, yes! Bread seems to be a staple of what they eat here.

Airta expresses gratitude for the food. She asks what it is that Buran does for a living. (The conversation has slowed noticeably, possibly because she's trying to be polite in an unfamiliar language.)

He works as part of the town council, going around and arbitrating various things, communicating with the individual people and making sure that there's are good channels to get information around, that sort of thing.

After about twenty minutes of this, Ev is back with some things she's collected from people and traded for and such. Markets are useful, aren't they?

She leaves the small wagon by the door and says good morning to Airta!

... Yes, markets are lovely. Airta says good morning back.

She waits to see if Ev has any plans for her before she starts looking for things to do with herself.

Well, you know that guy who ran through the gates yesterday, well, he's Ev's magic teacher and she knows him quite well and would you perhaps like to go talk to him now he's done being dirtied by soil and faceplanting and– spark-stroked by hazes or whatever the heck that was?

He's called Akien, by the way, and he's very nice.