Moon's sonic gaze swept over the Rhevarian girl, anxiously trying to determine if she even understood what she was saying. She didn't know if there was any recognition there. Perhaps there was. But the Rhevarian made no answer, nor gave any obvious sign of understanding. Moon sighed sadly. She knew what pain could do to a person's thought processes. Comprehending languages, translating, speaking a foreign tongue...pain narrowed the mind, making it nearly impossible to focus enough to be able to communicate. The default language was always a person's native tongue.
A dull thud sounded beside Moon, and her sensitive ears caught the sonic silhouette of the object. An Ebolorian head.
She listened to the sound of Tani vomiting, and kept her hand on the girl's shoulder. A light touch, just enough to let the girl know that Moon was there. As Tani voided the contents of her stomach, Moon gave a quiet hum. An echo bounced back to her, revealing the image of what looked to be a human standing a short distance away. He was tall and muscled, his features cold and hard. He looked human...but Moon could sense the force of his life. Each creature left a distinct imprint. The Ebolorians were distinct from the Rhevarians. Humans were distinct from Dragons. And this man was something distinct from humans.
But regardless, he was the one who had thrown the Ebolorian head down, and therefore, a likely ally. She looked up at him as Tani began to quietly pray, the tongue one that Moon had never heard before. Rhevarian, without a doubt. "You," she said to the not-human. "You help me, please. Carry her. I lead way to my cell, I fix her back. You carry her there."
Her sightless eyes stared in his direction, pleading with him to help her help the Rhevarian.