(Nods grudgingly, releasing Tyvian’s arm with a squeeze.)
Tiis. Tah’suriit ka’iir! Get Davyn! He’s still at the inn, bring him with you!
(Presses a small, doll into Tyvian’s hand. It is only simply decorated with a few lines and beads and one of K’laan’s golden earrings.)
That is Aboraas. If you don’t catch us up, see to it he has it, and is raised Cóng S’ai Domnon Kai.
He’s right, there’s no time. Come on!