Kitherit's eyes widened in surprise as Malith seemed to materialize out of nowhere.  The sight of the bow in the ranger's hands, an arrow still notched to it's string, frightened her.  She shrank back a little, trying to look as un-threatening as she possible.  At the same time she was struck by beautiful he was, as beautiful as Ildra.<br/><br/>She listened to their conversation, trying anxiously to see if she could recognize any of the words, any patterns.  It was so musical, and she wondered vaguely if she'd ever manage to get her voice to sound as graceful as these two.  Then Ildra turned back to her, and while the words may have come out heavily accented, she couldn't help but break into a broad smile.  She nodded quickly.<br/><br/>"Friend, please!"  She pointed to herself, and repeated the word.  "Friend!"<br/><br/>Then her stomach let out it's ungodly growl, and Kitherit felt herself turning bright red.  But Ildra's soft laughter immediately set her at ease, and she giggled.<br/><br/>"F-Food...." said Ildra, pointing to Kitherit's stomach.<br/><br/>She nodded quickly, still blushing, but smiling apologetically.  "Food, yes.  I haven't eaten for awhile."  She wasn't sure how much they might be able to understand of her words.  "Very hungry!"