There is a person, lying on the burning sand, not even particularly arranging himself for less sand contact, eyes closed against the light, whimpering a little involuntarily now and again. He wasn't there the last time she checked.
Even fewer of these get answers but one combo gets a new long one.
Oooh! She repeats the new long one.
First Response Noise.
She tries all of the combinations of response-sounds. Including both of the long ones.
Sixth Response Noise followed by the new long one gets First Response Noise.
Hmm. She repeats that combination a few times so she remembers it.
He doesn't answer the repetitions.
She seems pleased with herself anyway.
And then she goes to sleep again.
Will she be awakened by VERY LOUD SCREAMS?!?!
Apparently yes. She's not sure she's ever been woken up by something before. It's confusing.
She makes his previous scream sounds back at him.
This wakes him up!
He blinks at her.
She makes all of his other response sounds back at him!
He rolls over and goes back to sleep.
She makes the screaming sound at him again.
That wakes him up but he doesn't say anything.
Well, she knows how to wake him up now, anyway.
She decides to just wait for him to go to sleep again so that she can get more sounds from asleep-him.
Eventually he obliges.
When he wakes up she repeats all of his new sounds to him.
She can get short responses to a handful of them.
She adds those words to her mental list of sounds that get responses, and then tries combining each of the new sounds with each of the other sounds.
He continues with his pattern of sleeping a lot and sometimes saying words and sometimes SCREAMING in his sleep. When he's awake he'll move around slightly now and then but doesn't get up or anything.
When he's awake she tries new sound combinations on him and sees if she can get new responses. Sometimes she gets up to four sound-chunks in a row, but she can't get very far on that systematically and the next time he sleeps she always has new words to start over with. Occasionally she plays her flute.
Eventually even the words that usually get answers stop doing so reliably; when he tries to answer sometimes he starts coughing instead and he talks less for a while whenever that happens.
Ohhh. His throat's going to stop working right, and then he'll make fewer sounds. If she can't fix it then she won't get any more sounds.
She flies away. (While he's awake - he's kind of more interesting when he's asleep, and she doesn't want to miss any of that.) She comes back with a little bone bowl made from a skull and a little bone knife. She sits down under the tarp. She cuts her wrist with the knife, winces, and lets her blood flow into the bowl.