There's a room. It's soft, walls a light blue and carpet thick and plush, ceilings cozily high. There's a desk with strange things made of metal and glass and some odd smooth material on it, alongside notebooks and papers. There's a few bookshelves.

There's also a window to her right, decently large and looking out onto a forest, and a now very startled human man reading in the window-seat.

He says something at her, questioning and somewhat concerned.

- well, he's apparently hiding whatever he just said as private thoughts which... seems like a weird choice if you want to be understood... but maybe he has a reason? "Um, I don't speak that. I know the Black Speech and Quenya and Sindarin?"

In the same language she just used, now a bit more confused: " - I know those."

Slowly: "How did you - get here?"

...She has no idea why he would know the Black Speech but okay! "I walked into some kind of monster. I don't know why it put me here."

The baby makes a small noise and she adjusts her on her shoulder.

He nods. "Do you - need anything, for you or the baby?"

"...eventually, I guess? Not right this second."

He opens his mouth, then closes it, then: "Is telepathy better, this language is - odd."

"I tried that but it didn't work. Elf languages are prettier?"

"I have protections. They're lowered now, for communication. These languages don't have - what I want to say."

Oh, okay. Hi! What do you want to say?

'Do you want to go back or find somewhere else to be, is - relevant to what we should do next.'

I don't want to go back there! I wouldn't have walked into a monster if I wanted to be there!

He nods, expression going a bit serious. 'Then you won't go back there.'

Thanks! She smooches her baby on the head. The baby is very ugly.

He smiles a bit.

'We can try to figure out how to get you settled in, here, if you decide you want to stay.'

That's really nice of you! This is the friendliest inside of a monster ever.

'There's some unfriendly places in this world, but most of it's at least trying to be nice.'

He stands. 'Do you want - anything short term?'

I guess like sometime today we should eat something?

He nods. 'We have food. I - don't know how many humans your area has around? Or how to compare dietary needs.'

Oh, we don't have any, we're expecting them later I think? But not yet. I don't know what they're going to eat or if it's whatever you eat. I'm used to bugs and grain and stuff, the baby can have whatever I can so I can taste stuff for her.

'We have grains. Bugs aren't commonly food around here, but there's some cultures where they are so we can probably get you some.'

He sighs. 'The kitchen's downstairs. I can show you where the food is.'

Thanks!

He nods, heading over to open the door. 'By the way, my kids will probably be curious about you.'

That's okay by me! How many do you have?

'Just the two so far.'