<strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>While most of the family went out to work, the matriarch stayed home to play a good host for Starfall. This was a blessing both in that she seemed fond of the exalted performer and because she was one of the few locals to share a language with her. Much of the family greetings earlier were either in Forest-Tongue or broken and rehearsed River-Speak, which likely added to the drama by causing their foreign guest to miss her Linowan companions already. The lady of the house was fluent in the common trade language, however, and used it to express a sincere willingness to take pains for her guest's comfort.<br/><br/>After being left alone for a bit, Fluttering Starfall found herself approached by the older woman once more. "I don't believe I've heard that song before. Would you mind teaching it to me?"<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>The young warrior's appearance after her bath caught some eyes all over the house, particularly from the two primary residents. It's hard to say anyone could guess how lovely she really was with the dust and blood and tangled hair that marred her looks before. To see her then, though, clean as water itself and wearing a garment that left just enough to the imagination was an entirely different experience. After most of the relatives had gone home, the man of the house explained that he taught the art of grappling and asked if she would like to spar sometime during her stay. "You fight with hatchets, right? You must be pretty good at getting in close to your opponent." His son mostly stood back, staring at his feet when he wasn't taking shy glances at Whispers' face or body.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>As nice as it was for Savannah's host family to leave her with a personal servant, they may have thought to assign one who shared a language with her. After the pledge that was translated for him earlier, the man said nothing. He did listen closely to her words and follow her body language, though. After seeing the woman struggle with her armor and look at him pleadingly, he sprung into action, undoing the various connecting points and helping to peel the scales off of her with only a few accidental strokes of her bare skin. After the protective gear was set aside neatly, he turned back to begin peeling her underclothing off without missing a beat. He must have assumed that she wanted more help dressing than she actually did.<br/><br/><strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>One of the establishment owner's sons who shared the language of River-Tongue with Kaguya was happy to lead her to a clean and decent room upstairs. After asking her to wait a minute, he brought a wash basin and a change of clothes. "You must be aching for a bath after all that time on the road. I'm sorry to say that the only clothing we have in your size is one of our serving women's outfits." The garment he held up was certainly more dignified than the uniforms she'd seen in some gambling dens. It looked much like traditional Linowan garb with the trouser legs and tunic cut short to knee and midriff baring length, likely adjustments made to accommodate for the heat of a wooden building filled with people.  "If you'll just hand over your current outfit, we'll have it washed as soon as possible." Then he just stood there expectantly, as though expecting her to undress in front of him.