"Not going to start," she confirms, although she's starting to be a little concerned by how bowled over he is about it.

He is REALLY bowled over about it! "I will be right back," he says, and he leaves her with the slate and bolts.

...welp. Hopefully she is not about to be punished in some fashion for her open and trusting nature.

He comes back a bit later and, slightly nervously, resumes language lessons like nothing happened and he just had to powder his nose.

This is pretty concerning of him but she doesn't push. She will learn so much language.

Eventually there is not enough sunshine to see by. "Do you want me to get a lamp or do you want to go to sleep?" he asks.

Part of her wants to absorb the maximum amount of language immediately right now this minute, but perhaps she should not indulge that part. "Sleep," she says. "Thank you. More tomorrow?"

"More tomorrow!" he confirms, and he ducks out.

She is... moderately successful... at sleeping, and in the morning bright and early she puts on her uniform and pokes her head out in search of breakfast.

Breakfast is waiting for her on a tray outside her door. It's fruit compote and rice.

Somebody in a fancy nonuniform is holding hands with a redsomething and exchanging mutually besotted looks is led by the redsomething into a room next door. They shut the door behind them, giggling slightly.

...well that just happened. Hmm.

She eats her fruit compote and rice. Is her new friend—she should really remember to introduce herself—coming back anytime soon for more language lessons? If not, she may have to decide whether it's a good idea to wander around.

New friend comes back after she has eaten breakfast! If she prompts him for his name it's Tsemo.

She tells him her name is Ruava.

Her first question of the day is, "What is a [something]?"

"[Somethings] can do things other people can't do. Different things for different colors."

Score one for the magic hypothesis. Now, how to phrase her other questions within the limitations of established vocabulary...

"Does it—hurt, to do the things? They told me to not do any gold."

"It..." He doesn't seem sure what to say. "It's dangerous... you should wait for a lesson with a goldmage."

"I am waiting!" she promises. She can stop pestering him about touchy subjects and go back to soaking up the language like a well-educated sponge.

He came with a vocabulary agenda today since she's going so quick. He seems to be concentrating a lot on time words and things to do with speed and travel.

That's... well, there are a number of things that could mean. She learns it all and waits to find out.

He doesn't focus exclusively on those, anyway, he also covers things like "instinct" and "love" and "queen" and "disease". He goes and gets them lunch at lunchtime and chats less directedly with her over lunch. "You're very quick at Cefaxi," he says.

"I'm trying very hard!"

"I can tell! I think this afternoon I might tell them that you're ready for an actual lesson that isn't just in the language."

"I'd like that."

"You don't know how you got here? At all?"