Lewin looked at the exchange with genuine interest. Not because he cared much about these people's backstories, but because the nymph acted altogether inane. He had heard that air nymphs were whimsical and eccentric, but he had never seen their folly firsthand. Lewin stepped closer to his kinsman, leant over, and spoke in his native tongue - making an effort to blunt his dialect so it became understandable.<span style="color: #808040">"Nym'fae ber'tamol qcezor mit och trzamal'horettan?"</span>He seemed eager to know, for they were closing on the destination. And Lewin didn't want to forget the question.