"No understand 'stay', sorry. Giant-"

Another triton interrupts, saying something in their language.

"-yes. Giant stay, giant sleep, giant eat, giant work. Giant safe, giant friend. I person friend you giant."

The other tritons seem to find this entertaining based on the smiles on their faces and the noises they're making; they resemble laughter, anyway.

Okay. So. Some of them caught the pronouns and the other words. That should've been obvious sooner. He smiles at the laughing tritons. "You person friend. I giant friend." Pause, and pointing at himself. "Name Areus."

"My person triton. You person giant. You name Areus. My name Merves."

"Merves giant friend friend," snickers one of the other tritons.

Merves doesn't dignify that with a response.

Areus almost dignifies that with "not my type". But decides to keep conversation on track. "Triton Merves. Giant Areus." He makes an expansive gesture at the group. "Name? Names?" Hopefully the plural inflection will be recognized for what it is.

Sure, they can cover plurals.

Eventually, the tritons point him at some work that needs doing. Can he gather plants? Stir a pot?

Yes to both things. He gesticulates to at the blade hanging by his side. "Areus work. No Areus person danger. Yes Areus person safe." Pause. "Areus friend."

Then Areus can get put to work, and he can be shown a place to sleep. It's a building made of stone, and inside there are many soft surfaces on the ceiling with a few curtains hung up between them. There are a variety of kinds of people here, too.

The tritons leave him there for the night, except for one, who takes the bed nearest his.

People here seen to tend towards human size, but Areus manages to accommodate himself well enough in a bed. He looks around to judge the level of modesty among the other sleeping people, and strips down to that. If his companion is up for it he will try to learn more words in the local language. Or sleep if/when that's not an option.

His companion is not up for it.

Most of the people here seem to be in varying states of undress based on their species. Individuals of the species that more closely resemble him are more heavily-clothed.

Yeah, that is entirely fair of the companion. Areus will remove his shirt if that doesn't look obviously scandalous. Then sleep.

No one voices concern about his scandalous state of undress, or otherwise interrupts his sleep.

Then he will wake up more than five hours, but less than six hours later. He isn't sure how this place does night or day, but that wasn't his usual bedtime. Not that he had a regular bedtime in the past while. Is his companion awake?

His companion seems to be asleep, as do most of the people staying here.

Okay. He will see about using the privy and wait.

A small side room appears to contain a toilet, which he can operate in the fashion he is familiar with, and an adjoining, smaller room which contains a soap dispenser and nothing else.

Convenient. After getting his business done he returns to bed, to wait. Trying not to feel too restless.

And eventually, his companion wakes up.

"Sleep sleep sleep?"

She speaks impatiently, barely paying attention to him as she starts to leave the building.