He nodded as the connected "mindless ones" with the creatures that attacked her. "Not same," he replied, shaking his head. "Eat. Sex. Pain. All they know. No talk. No think. Just do. I think. I talk. I not same." He went on like that with more clipped sentences, explaining in his jumbled, simple way that there was a range of different forms a dark on could take. With his limited vocabulary, some miming, and drawing in the sand with a stick, he told her about the mindless ones, the ones that were more animal than anything else. He also told her about the ones that weren't quite as far gone but were dumb and aggressive. Then he described his people, ones that were cogent and humanoid. And he explained that they had all been cursed by Jalung never to be able to walk in the sun or be out of the water during the day for too long without getting sick, even if they were in the shade. Even as he explained, his skin began to turn a little brown, his features becoming gaunt. He needed to go back to the water but he'd made so much headway. She didn't look afraid anymore.<br/><br/>"I not save. Mindless ones hurt. They not try hurt you. Not know their strength." It seemed his kind was also quite smart because the more they talked, the better he was able to speak, picking up new words and sentence structures as she asked questions. "Felt you when shark came to find. You are One Who Heals. Lift touch of Jalung."