"Yes," he said, intrigued when the creature decided to make a point of communicating more clearly, more complex ideas. "Sivan Sunrunner. My surname is... ah... Rivach for sun runner. Rivach is the language of the Dratori. I don't know if you know both. My Hytori name is Sivan Len'Myren. I mean, my parents weren't married but the Hytori preferred I use my Hytori name when I was with them, so... You can just call me Sivan. The rest of it is just bullshit, anyway."
He considered the creature's attempts to communicate.
"You don't know your name. All right. That's all right. You're Fae'ethalan, I think. Our wilder cousins." He smiled, trying to be comforting and supportive. He knew how frustrating it was to be unable to communicate. His Common was garbage, but he had mostly only spoken to IX and their master when they were traveling outside of Sol'Valen, since they were the only ones who didn't piss him off regularly. Well, they did, but they were sort of his people, so they were allowed.
"If you're Fae'ethalan, you probably speak Valasren. It's just another derivation of Vallenor like the other elven languages. But it seems like you understand Mythrasi fine, which is helpful. At least you can understand me and I'll do my best to understand you." He found himself giving the creature a hug. "I know. I know it's frustrating. But I see you. I'm paying attention."
He paused to consider.
"You know, at first, I thought you were just suffering from hypothermia, which you seem to have survived. I mean, I'm not a physician, and I didn't, like, check all your parts. I just had to get you warm. Hopefully you can feel your toes. But I think maybe there's something else wrong. I mean, hypothermia can probably make your mind weird for a while, but... would you mind if I take a look at you magically? To see if something's wrong?"
He considered the creature's attempts to communicate.
"You don't know your name. All right. That's all right. You're Fae'ethalan, I think. Our wilder cousins." He smiled, trying to be comforting and supportive. He knew how frustrating it was to be unable to communicate. His Common was garbage, but he had mostly only spoken to IX and their master when they were traveling outside of Sol'Valen, since they were the only ones who didn't piss him off regularly. Well, they did, but they were sort of his people, so they were allowed.
"If you're Fae'ethalan, you probably speak Valasren. It's just another derivation of Vallenor like the other elven languages. But it seems like you understand Mythrasi fine, which is helpful. At least you can understand me and I'll do my best to understand you." He found himself giving the creature a hug. "I know. I know it's frustrating. But I see you. I'm paying attention."
He paused to consider.
"You know, at first, I thought you were just suffering from hypothermia, which you seem to have survived. I mean, I'm not a physician, and I didn't, like, check all your parts. I just had to get you warm. Hopefully you can feel your toes. But I think maybe there's something else wrong. I mean, hypothermia can probably make your mind weird for a while, but... would you mind if I take a look at you magically? To see if something's wrong?"