"Bhag," he repeats, his tail twitching a little in surprise. More words that sound like ones he knows, but clearly do not mean the same thing. "Eh bheu uera ghostih, uei delieu bheu leig aht bata."

He shakes his head, knowing that she will not understand. It will be interesting to see how correct his assumptions are about her words, once the translation magics are flourishing again.

What to learn next? Faris knows that her bag probably contains many things, but perhaps a personal thing would be more relatable. He lifts one forepaw, as if offering it for inspection. "Ghastoh." A single claw extended, rotating his paw so that it is more prominent. "Ongh'li."