Mynxa looks at him. Giggling and happy that she had said the word he knew. Happy she had learned a word in his language. She held onto his hand. Her energy having returned to her nearly completely. As he led her around she looks at the things he pointed at. She says them as best she can. Which comes out in her own language. As she tries hard to say them. Sounding out the smaller words. Looking at the crow's nest. "C-r-o-w....N-e-s-t?" she sounds out hopefully. The bigger words came out in her language. "B-o-w?" she asks. Pointing at it as well. She looks at the others. Trying to say them but it was still too hard to do so. She follows him and looks in that direction. And wonders in her mind what it was for.<br/><br/>She watches him pull out a old key that shined like gold. She holds onto him and then walked inside. Looking at the room. Her eyes widening. She hadn't seen a room like this before.  She looks at the room. She giggles at how much stuff was in here. She looks at the walls. And then the rug. She walks around the room. She touches the curtins. Eyes widening at how soft they were. "Ita mollis. Miror quomodo molles ... tam bellum." (It is so soft. I wonder how it is this soft...so pretty.) She then walks to the windows and looks out them. Pressing her face close to them. Then she walks over and tilts her head to the side. Pointing at the canopy and looks at him questioningly. Then walks over to the desk. Eyes sparkling as she looks at an open map. She looks at it. She runs over to him. And pulls on his hand. She wanted to help him find more treasure. She knew where lots of treasure was. On islands sprinkled all over the oceans.<br/><br/>She tugs on his hand. Pointing at the desk. Smiling and nuzzles him happily. Then tugs trying to guide him over to the desk.