The tremor of fear that shot through Melinda when Dalindme chomped at the air sent a jolt of energy coursing through him. Hints of that surge glittered in the depths of his dark eyes. He watched her struggle with the word and felt her frustration at her uncertainty about its meaning. He friended with concentration as he tried to come up with some way to help her. A smile came to his maw as he hit upon something he felt might work.<br/><br/>The moment Melinda's teeth closed on the apple he repeated the word. When she stayed chewing it he held up a forbidding hand and said, "¥~ £μ§." He savaged the air with his teeth again, jaws snapping shut with terrible force before saying, "£μ§," again. He looked at her hopeful the display had helped her  understand the word's meaning. Even if it hadn't, he looked at her in a way that held some tenderness and understanding. It mattered o him that she was pouring effort into getting to know him.