Ildra quickly withdrew her hand as the girl came awake. Obviously, Kitherit was afraid. It was there in her eyes, etched clearly in the smooth planes of her face. Though the young one spoke a language Ildra only haltingly understood, she smiled reassuringly, attempting to put her at ease. Just as she was wondering how communication was going to proceed, Malith slid from the cover of the trees. Oh, he was good; very good! Then again, he was a Ranger and supposed to be. She had not heard, nor smelled, him coming. He was a familiar face in the village, but one she had not associated with but so much. Peering up into his handsome face, she had to wonder why. Most likely, because she was usually wrist deep in dirt, twigs, and grass. Self conciously, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and nodded toward Kitherit.<br/><br/>"I found her, sleeping here near the river, when I came to gather my plants this morning." The dawn's first rays were beginning to paint the sky. "She... she looks like us, but I do not know her tongue well. I think I understood....l-lost?" Hopefully, Malith would understand Kitherit more than she. Still, that did not stop her from brushing soft fingertips over one of the youngling's arched ears.<br/><br/>"E-Elf... losted?" she asked Kitherit in stilted common. She racked her brain for another word, phrase, anything to set her at ease. Finally, a single word came to mind. "Freend?" She pointed to herself, then to Malith, the handsome one. "Freend?"<br/><br/>Then, the most remarkable sound emanated from Kith's belly, and there was no mistaking what it was. It was growl of epic proportions, and proved the poor thing had been out in the forest alone for way too long. It did not even occur to Ildra that it could be some trick played by the humans. Her nature was not quite that hardened yet, despite the constant threat ever looming. Her soft laughter rang out and she pointed toward the girl's belly.<br/><br/>"F-Food...."