It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
That is a really long and moderately implausible story and she's not sure her grasp of the language covers it yet.
She could try to write it out, identify and patch the holes in her vocabulary, and get back to him when she's got it?
Okay, cool. She'll get on that.
...It occurs to her to feel horrible for using "not illiterate" as a measure of being not terrible.
Because you are, and also one of the most amazing people on the planet?
In general having skills is preferable to not having them but not having this one does not lower your worth as a person.
Honestly it doesn't hold a candle to the hunting people for sport thing.
I love you a lot. I'm so glad we're married and I can talk to you from here.
She sends him a warm burst of affection in lieu of being able to kiss him and starts working on her story.
The twins continue acquiring language. Imliss continues working on the printing press with Dwarves. Idaia continues translating her story.
Dwarves are pretty great. Eventually Idaia finishes her story for the cartographer one.
It sounds useful! Idaia likes the high-density communication Elf telepathy offers but most mind-affecting magic is less benign than that.