After a moment of the others discussing among themselves, Arenia turned away. She felt odd, mismatched and cold in their warm circle, she wrapped her arms around her knees, which were drawn up to her chest, and rested her chin upon them. Ignoring the nagging pain in her arm, she remained like that for a few moments more before lifting her head, thinking of something, and getting to her feet.
"Name was man brought me here?" She inquired. After a managerie of confused looks, she tried again. "I fight Warg. Arm hurt." She motioned to her arm "I not awake. Who fine me asleep and bring here?" She said this slowly, so they could understand. She looked at them in a troubled way, asking with her eyes. "Understand words I make?"
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