Moondance smiles brightly at her, arranges some of the branches, and then gestures at the firepit and they burst into flames. :There: 

She claps her hands together, delighted. :Ee! That looks so cool.:

Moondance chuckles. :Magic is. I made a very similar noise, when I cast fire for the first time: He sits down on a rock. 

Savil is the next awake; again, she's careful not to wake Vanyel, sleeping beside her. She moves stiffly, one hand on her lower back. :Bright the day, Moondance, Lucy: 

:Wind to thy wings, sister: Moondance answers, rising and giving her a one-armed hug. 

:Hi!: Lucy says, looking up from where she's supervising jerky and dried fruit softening in a pot of bubbling not-deer fat. :I found a not-deer. And met Yfandes. She's sweet, I like her.:

Savil grins. :She is, isn't she? Oh - do you want to meet my Kellan?: The white stallion is now ambling over after drinking his fill from the river. 

:I'd love to!:

:Pleased to meet you, Lucy: Kellan is both less cuddly and less chatty than Yfandes, but does seem genuinely pleased to meet her.

Starwind is up shortly later, and then Vanyel sits up and yawns and drags himself out of his bedroll, and stumbles over still wearing the blanket. :Morning: he sends, looking at his feet. :I'm sorry about yesterday: 

:Huh? Sorry about what? I told you you never need to apologize to me for crying and I meant it:

Vanyel nods and smiles weakly and then accepts the tea Savil gives him and sits down with his arms around his knees. 

Lucy fishes a piece of fruit out of the boiling oil with her bare hand and blows on it to cool it down.

Vanyel is staring into space and so doesn't see her doing it, but the others look a mixture of impressed and discomfited. 

Once the fruit is cool enough for comfortable human consumption she offers it to Vanyel. 

He gives it a dubious look but puts it in his mouth and chews it. :...Huh, that's sort of good:

:You were having trouble eating so I thought something easier to chew and denser in energy would be good!:

He looks surprised and a bit uncomfortable, but nods. :Thank you:

:I was thinking: Savil starts, joining Vanyel on the log where he's sitting. :If we're going to, er, do this - we should detour by the Frelennye lands on our way back. It's not that far out of our way, but we maybe do want to head slightly further east. Also, we should start teaching you Valdemaran. Most people aren't Mindspeakers:

Vanyel flinches at the name but mostly keeps his composure. 

Lucy is very very pleased about being helpful. 

:Okay! I think I'm pretty good at languages but it's hard to tell, I haven't tried to learn any since I was little. How do we do this?:

:I had to learn Latin at one point. I think the early stage usually involves lists of vocabulary words and conjugating irregular verbs.:

Savil chuckles. "My Rethwellani tutor had us do the same! I think we can do it better. Since we can speak this way, how do you think it'd work if we started repeating everything in Valdemaran as well? Bit more natural." (She repeats the foreign words in Mindspeech as well.)

:Okay! And whenever I want to say something I've learned how to I will.:

"Sounds good!" 

They finish eating (Vanyel manages to get down a reasonable amount of Lucy's new meal idea), and pack up, and look at Starwind's map. "I think we want to keep following the river? And we should be out of the Pelagirs in another couple weeks, then we'll make much better time."