It had been a over a century since Aleera had closed herself into the tomb and drifted off to sleep. Naturally the language had changed quite a bit in that time. She just as nods to Nyra before silently watching Dagger hang from the rafters like a bat to sleep. She wakes periodically during the day, just long enough to take in her surroundings and make sure she's still in darkness before drifting off to sleep again. She wakes when darkness has once again blanketed the land, her hunger in full force. She looks to Dagger as she rises for the night. "Then they will foolishly pay the price for messing with an Elder." Aleera tilts her head in acknowledgement when he calls himself the Pariah. "Yes, because of your snow white skin. You where born that way, where you not?" before Nyra gets to the barn. She tips her head towards the girl. "Thank you child. My name is Aleera," she says looking between Dagger and Nyra. She eats quickly and neatly, frowning at the blood still marring Dagger's features.