Jose
Azeria seemed to be happy enough being pet with four hands at the same time. Yeah, it was unusual, but like, who cared? It felt nice, and that was all that mattered. About twice as nice as being pet with two hands, in fact. She let out a cheerful yip in response to Vhun's words, not quite understanding their meaning, but the intent behind them sounded friendly enough. The only thing that could make this situation even better for her was some food and maybe a warm fire.

Minnah, meanwhile, was focused on her breathing, trying to keep it steady. She was doing much better than she expected, but still, part of her felt that familiar anxiety, sitting tightly in her chest. She hated the feeling. Everything was going well, so why was she still feeling like this? It didn't seem that there was much she could do about it, though, so she just kind of hoped it would go away on its own if she ignored it.

It did fade a little with the sound of laughter coming from Vhun, and Minnah herself chuckled as well. As was to be expected, she didn't make a sound while doing so, but it was still clear enough to most that it was a chuckle, a decently rare thing for her.

*Might I ask, what language are you speaking?* She wrote, curiously. Hopefully the question wouldn't come off as insensitive. Who knew, perhaps it was a language that had grown really common in the area, and Minnah was an idiot for not knowing what it was. It seemed unlikely, but there was a chance. Either way, she hoped the question came off as innocent as she meant it.
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An idea appeared in her mind, then. She had noticed that Vhun seemed to be running out of parchment to write on, so perhaps she could help out with that? *Would you like to try?* She asked, then turned the quill to Vhun so that she could take it if she wanted to. The method used to actually it write was quite easy; one just needed to have the intention to write, and it would do so. The enchantment that made the quill into a magical item was intelligent enough to know when to stop writing, and frankly, it was so easy to make it do what one wanted that a child could master it within a few minutes. And, if Vhun rejected this option, Minnah did have some pieces of parchment with her that she'd used to sketch the area before committing it to canvas, she could hand those over as well.
Damon
The mothfolk was still petting the fox as she looked to Minnah once more. She'd stowed the '*You're welcome*' card by now, returning all four of her hands to petting the fox. She kept her head tilted down toward the fox, though her eyes were truly focused on Minnah. This was the benefit of having compound eyes, it was hard for others to figure out exactly where she was looking. This woman seemed somewhat fickle, she thought. Was she nervous? Vhun didn't know why that would be, but she thought that perhaps she should leave this place. She didn't want to stress this woman out any more than she need to, even if she did want to spend time with her.

There was another question rather suddenly, and Vhun was almost disappointed in this. Part of her wanted to keep petting the fox, but she supposed that she'd better answer the question. Her hands moved away from the fox slowly, moving to start digging in her pockets for parchment. She had just a little bit left, but it wasn't that difficult of a question to answer. However, before she had a chance to dig out her own writing utensil, the apparently magical quill belonging to Minnah was offered.

Vhun didn't bother with the cards, instead nodding her head vigorously at the offer. She most certainly did want to try that quill. That was the ultimate convenient tool, and she wanted to know how it worked. Though Vhun herself was capable of some magic, she didn't know how to make magic quills. Perhaps she would need to learn.

She slowly reached out to take the quill in her right upper hand, first drawing a little squiggle in the air to test it. Vhun couldn't help but giggle at this, another soft thrumming sound. This time, when she wrote, it was in full sentences.

*The language is Ivathi! I believe most call it Mothspeak. I wouldn't worry if you can't understand what I'm saying. I have yet to meet anyone that is not mothfolk that understands it. I understand Common though. And I can write in it as well, as you can see!*
Jose
After a little under fifteen seconds, the written words would begin to vanish, but that was usually plenty of time to read them. Of course, there were ways to make them remain for longer, if one deemed that necessary. Minnah didn't feel like she particularly needed it, though, this was enough time for her.

As the quill left her hand, Minnah shifted Azeria's weight and held the fox with her right arm instead, lowering the left to her side. She winced at the feeling, finding that the cold had made her scars significantly more sensitive, and moving her arm after holding it still for a while, to put it simply, hurt like hell. Yet, she tried to keep her reaction under wraps, not wanting to make Vhun worry - or perhaps she just didn't want to deal with the questions, that might be the more likely option.

Trying to ignore the aching, she watched Vhun write, unable to stop herself from smiling at the other's enthusiasm. It kind of made her want to just gift the thing to her - actually, that might not be a terrible idea. Maybe not this one specifically, as she kind of needed it for herself, but she could get another one relatively easily. She knew someone who had the ability to enchant them, and the price he asked was reasonable enough. Of course, it was a bit hard for her to express that right now, as Vhun was holding her only method of communication, but it was an idea to keep in mind for later.

Minnah nodded along as she read the floating text. Vhun had gotten the hang of it impressively quickly. Ivathi, eh? She tried to say the word in her mind, but couldn't figure out how to pronounce it exactly - then again, it wasn't like she was ever going to pronounce it, as long as she knew how to write it, it was fine. Mothspeak was indeed a simpler way of saying it, though she couldn't help but wonder which way was preferred by the mothfolk.
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Either way, she found the language to be quite interesting, so far. It didn't sound like the words she was used to, more... Well, she didn't really know how to describe it. She would definitely love to learn more about it, if Vhun was willing to tell her. Actually, she would love to learn more about the other in general, but she also didn't want to seem rude by asking a bunch of questions. A difficult balance indeed.
Damon
If she'd been capable of producing a true toothy smile, Vhun would have been smiling like a child. This was a fantastic thing, she thought. She wished she had one. She really wasn't sure how to go about trying to figure out the origin of this wonderful item, however, and she supposed she'd wait to see if she met this woman again. She paused once more, trying to figure out what she should say next.

*Does that make sense? I just thought I should tell you that so you did not feel bad that you can't understand my language?*

She gave another little hum, her fingers stroking across the feather of the quill before she turned it over in her hands once and then passed it back toward Minnah. She was painfully aware of what it felt like to be rendered unable to communicate. She didn't want to take such a thing from this very nice woman.

Her hands found her cards once more, head turning down to look at them. By now her hands had withdrawn from the fox, not wanting to awkwardly reach across the woman to continue petting the creature. She really did need a pet, she thought, but that was an endeavor for another day. For now she'd simply have to sit in fantasy as to what that pet would be.

A card was displayed after a long moment, a card that she'd shown multiple times now.

*Thank you.*

A pause followed this, Vhun giving a long moment of consideration.

"M-nn-ah." 

She pronounced the name without all too much difficulty, given that she'd modified it ever so slightly. The last syllable was emphasized, Vhun folding her hands as she stared at her, clearly quite pleased with herself.