He looks (well, gazes in the general direction) at Reynard with brief blankness before the expression becomes one of sudden recognition. "Adia! Yes, of course. I remember now. A carrier of the word 'M O O N'," something feels strange when Micolash says it as well. Like a chill, a wrinkle in reality, a human speaking in the voiceless tongue of something vast as he says the same in his more mundane language at the same time. "As spoken by the Great Ones. Who are hardly things," he continues with a downward quirk of his mouth's corners. "Please speak of Them with due respect, if you would."