"Are you hungry?" Colle holds out the basket of pastries. "Thank you!" Kelyn says, clearly responding to the offer rather than the words. She picks out a pastry and starts in on it with evident enjoyment. "What are you working on?" Ffion asks, but Kelyn just looks blank. "Here in the library?" Still nothing. "You came with Inric?" "Inric, yes," Kelyn nods, mouth full, recognising his name. "Here," Ffion says, pointing down, "you are," pointing at Kelyn, "doing what?" The gestures seem to work. Kelyn says Inric's name, followed by something in her own language, and wiggles the fingers of her free hand suggestively. "Magic?" Ffion guesses. "Magic," Colle confirms. "Magic!" Kelyn says her new Eldarin word and grins delightedly. Tiero watches, and ponders.