<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda looked at Dalindme for a long moment when he came back with the basket. Something stirred in her. He looked... different. Warmer, if she could say so. With a sigh, Melinda allowed more happy memories to flow through her mind, the longing for her parents getting more and more intense until she had to cry a little.<br/><br/>Allowing Dalindme to catch her tear, Melinda looked at him with some curiosity. This curiosity pushed her to talk more to him. She wanted to know what he ate, what he liked, and what he thought, if possible.<br/><br/>His answer to her question left her just as much in the dark as she had been before. When he tried to explain in her language, Melinda nodded and kindly decided she would ask again when he knew more words. <br/><br/>Deciding to start with simple things, she began with the things in the basket. Dalindme's attempt got an approving gaze and a smile from Melinda. "Very good". Maybe the words were foreign to him, but the warmth and intonation made clear that they were good words.<br/><br/>Picking up another apple, Melinda showed it to Dalindme. "Apple".</div>