Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
"The confused bird flies around the building, yes, but, the bird sits on my shoulder, the bird flies to my shoulder."
"We can't fly, we aren't birds. It would be nice if we could fly though. - Wait, can you fly? I can't fly."
I don't know what other means of transportation you find yourself incapable of. Let me see if I can do the projecting a translation thing... "Swimming, walking, running, riding...?"
"We're walking, Kib and Maitimo are walking. You can swim, you can run, you can ride; I can swim, I can't run, I can't ride."
By the time they reach the palace there are more people on the streets, mostly walking briskly or assembling vendor carts, and Maitimo has a slightly better command of the language. "My - you don't have a word - Atar is the Quenya - says this way to learn a language. Most people don't want to talk, they know they will say things wrong, so they are too quiet. My father says use all the words you have, guess, just keep talking, you learn faster."
"Seems reasonable. You're learning it really fast," Kib agrees. "Which of the family concepts is 'Atar'?"
"I'm sure there's a word in the common for that in use by animal breeders but I don't know it."