The play of emotions that Melinda was going through was like a roller coaster ride for Dalindme. They were a rarified treat to him, although the notes of sorrow in her stirred up the more protective parts of him. He had no words to share with her so offered only silent support and his indomitable strength.<br/><br/>Melinda's kind encouragement brought a tight lipped smile to his maw. Apparently, her high regard mattered to him for some reason. "Brehdh," he said with more confidence add he stabbed a viscous claw into the piece of the loaf she was holding up. His sense of accomplishment was an almost palpable thing for Melinda, as was his eagerness to continue the lesson.<br/><br/>Dalindme watched add Melinda reached into the basket again and drew out a red orb. His ears perked up and he nodded before making his attempt to name the thing. "Hapul," He said, his left ear swiveling this way and that as if trying to identify some far sound. He waited expectantly to hear from Melinda if he'd gotten it right.