The godspring chamber is almost completely empty except for a young woman filling up a jug of water.
"Not going to start," she confirms, although she's starting to be a little concerned by how bowled over he is about it.
...welp. Hopefully she is not about to be punished in some fashion for her open and trusting nature.
This is pretty concerning of him but she doesn't push. She will learn so much language.
Part of her wants to absorb the maximum amount of language immediately right now this minute, but perhaps she should not indulge that part. "Sleep," she says. "Thank you. More tomorrow?"
She is... moderately successful... at sleeping, and in the morning bright and early she puts on her uniform and pokes her head out in search of breakfast.
...well that just happened. Hmm.
She eats her fruit compote and rice. Is her new friend—she should really remember to introduce herself—coming back anytime soon for more language lessons? If not, she may have to decide whether it's a good idea to wander around.
She tells him her name is Ruava.
Her first question of the day is, "What is a [something]?"
Score one for the magic hypothesis. Now, how to phrase her other questions within the limitations of established vocabulary...
"Does it—hurt, to do the things? They told me to not do any gold."
"I am waiting!" she promises. She can stop pestering him about touchy subjects and go back to soaking up the language like a well-educated sponge.
That's... well, there are a number of things that could mean. She learns it all and waits to find out.
"I'm trying very hard!"
"I'd like that."