They sat there together for a goodly amount of time while the men continued working and cooking off to the side, not truly 'speaking' owing to the limited nature of their method of communication, but now and again Laeron would point to something and say the word for it, waiting until Layla did the same, or explaining the meaning of certain phrases with gestures.
Some concepts were simple, like 'me' and 'you' when referring to oneself or the one your were speaking to, 'that' indicating an object, and the words for things like 'ship', 'stone', and 'cloak' that she grasped them almost effortlessly, further lending credence to the Prince's suspicion that she had known their language in some time before being stranded, and had only forgotten much of it, and whenever she got something right he would give her a smile or an affectionate pat on the head.
It was very easy to mistake Layla for a child much younger than her true years under such circumstances. She was nearly a foot shorter than the tall, long-limbed prince, looking even smaller wrapped in his billowy cloak, and her manner of speech and shy, demure demeanor reminded him very much of his youngest sister, Alicent, who was only eight. Now and again the way she pronounced something would make him laugh. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed so often since the first storm had washed over the fleet. It was....nice.
Eventually, one of the men called over to them to announce that the pork was finished being cooked and seasoned, and Laer led Layla back towards the fire, it's heat a welcome addition. While the days here were more than warm enough, once the sun went down and the wind off the water picked up, it got quite chilly, and Layla was still engulfed by his long cloak.
The men said a handful of prayers to whichever of the many gods they honored, and owing to his status, gave the prince the first and largest haunch of meat off the spitted boar, a basket of fruit and berries, and a cup drawn from the second-to-last cask of sweet red wine that had been found in the holds of the Proudrunnder, the remnants of his uncles private stock. Layla was given similar, and Laeron beaconed for her to try the meat and wine, taking a bite and swig himself to and nodding with approval to show it was safe.
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