"I suppose the Basin is a little small," he says. He was several days walk from his clan's lands when he was snatched up, but he's seen maps - he knows how big it is next to all of Ryll. He nudges the "log" back into place as he listens. Not all of her words make sense, but the sentiment behind them... that reaches in deep.
For a moment, he doesn't know what to say, and he's only grateful for the physical activity that gives him an excuse to be quiet for a while, rather than standing there looking like an idiot.
"Maybe you're right," he says.
It's obvious she doesn't want to say any more, even without her statement of the fact. Some things are simply blatant.
"So," he says, "do you think we could get this rock rolled down, now?" It's the most blatant attempt at a topic change ever.
(the translation filter must have a lot of fun with this guy...)
For a moment, he doesn't know what to say, and he's only grateful for the physical activity that gives him an excuse to be quiet for a while, rather than standing there looking like an idiot.
"Maybe you're right," he says.
It's obvious she doesn't want to say any more, even without her statement of the fact. Some things are simply blatant.
"So," he says, "do you think we could get this rock rolled down, now?" It's the most blatant attempt at a topic change ever.