Amelia looked a little scared as the one werewolf came and looked over her wounds. Then there was a peeling sensation, but no pain so it wasn't her skin. It was just an herbal thing that the tribal peoples used to heal wounds. Then came a healer with more of the stuff. She hugged her close as more was applied, and Amelia clenched her teeth at the sting before relaxing with the numbness.
She looked around at the others. Some looked calm, and some seemed annoyed. Amelia still looked a little scared, including when the kind healer spoke in Lunar to her. As far as she knew, the healer could just be saying "We're just going to fatten you up and eat you later." But if that was what she was saying, Rogal would be here by now. He may be worried now, but he wouldn't come if there wasn't serious trouble that she couldn't get out of. A seemingly kind healer wouldn't be too much of an issue.
As culturally awkward as she was right now, she found the best thing she could do was to repeat what they said, even if she may be wrong completely. "Kosombo et lun Amhe Cimik valohe." she said with a nervous and sheepish smile. She seriously had no idea what she doing, and Rogal or someone else was going to teach her Lunar when she got home.