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.
Hmmmmmmm.
(It takes her a very long time to decide to do things, these days.)
Eventually she determines that he is a person, and if he is a person he might have the capacity to feel pain, and if he can feel pain he might want to not, and perhaps he would do more things if he were not in pain.
She flies away and brings a large tarp made of skins sewn together with hair, and brings bones and ropes from elsewhere in the world, and sets to work arranging the bones and the sand around him in such a way that they can support the tarp, which can then form a little canopy that can shield him from the sun.
Gosh! Lots of different new sounds that she doesn't understand, and then a different sound that she does understand. That is the sound that someone makes when they're in pain, she thinks.
He should be getting burnt less now, and there aren't any cuts in him, so she isn't very sure what to do about this. She floats down under the canopy and sits beside him to see if maybe she missed any obvious damage.
Huh.
Somehow she always imagined other people doing more things than her, not fewer. But she did spend a long time just daydreaming, when she first found a way of stopping the sand from burning her, so it could be that that's all he'll want to do for a while.
She doesn't want to cut his pattern short, not when she's only been watching him for one sleep, so eventually she curls up and goes to sleep under the canopy, without further interacting with him. She doesn't scream or talk in her sleep. She's very still.
Hmmmm. She tries making sounds with her mouth. Her voice is quiet and raspy, but it makes some kind of similar sounds, if she tries to move her mouth the same way he is. She spends a long while alternating between mouth sounds and moving the air with telekinesis. Telekinesis gets closer to how his mouth-sounds sound, eventually, though she's still just stringing the individual sets of sounds together in random orders.
Oh well! He'll go back to making interesting sounds in a few hours; that's the pattern.
She goes back to practicing making the sounds herself with telekinesis. She can copy what he said earlier pretty exactly if she makes the air move the way it moved when it came out of his mouth.
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.
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.