Cyrus nearly fell out of his seat. Did she just... talk? Did she say her name? Was that her name? So she's at least<span style="font-style: italic">physically</span>capable of speech. He wondered if she was mentally capable of learning the common tongue... "Wiflor, huh? Interesting name..." He cleared his throat. "I doubt you can understand, but i'm Cyrus." He watched her as she feverishly licked the bowl. He chuckled to himself.<br/><br/>After he finished his stew, he filled the bowl again with more. "Still hungry?" He asked, setting he bowl down near her. "There will be plenty of time for my friend to teach you things. But first, we need to be sure you can actually be taught. But I wonder... were you actually taught how to say your name?" He wondered. Cyrus yawned and looked over at his bed. He went over to the door and made sure it was securely locked. Then, he went over to a chest near his bed and procured some cushions and blankets. After a few minutes, he had a makeshift bed for Wiflor.