"Um…Neal…Whats up?"
Neal looked puzzled for a moment, then shook his head.
"Are you aware of the number of people that can have an intelligent conversation with a Hurrok?"
Xlelon looked down, casting about her mind for an idea.
"No."
Leam burst in.
"Absolutely none. Not without yelling for them to stop eating them anyway."
"Oh…even Daine?"
Neal shook his head.
"She can talk to them, but not without using her will to stop them from killing anything."
"Oh."
Neal gasped.
"That's probably what the silver is!"
Xlelon looked puzzled.
"The silver?"
Neal nodded.
"Remember how I said that your magic was different? Well, it has silver tendrils in it, and that's probably what they are!"
"Oh."
Leam frowned.
"I do not believe that we know all of the attributes of your magic yet, we should get you to Numair."
Neal shook his head.
"No, he just returned a half hour ago, it will probably be days before he is able to function again."
"Yes, and I suppose we must wait."
Xlelon was suddenly very tired. She looked around for a place to sit while the two talked about what to do. She finally found a clear patch of grass and curled up. Noticing her exhaustion, Leam turned his gaze on her.
"Are you tired little one?"
"No, I'm lying here for fun."
Neal chuckled, and said,
"Does a bed sound like any good to you?"
She waved a hand at him,
"Not if I have to get up, leave me here, Ill be fine."
Neal shook his head at her.
"Fine. Why the sudden tiredness?"
She didn't answer, as she had fallen asleep in the sun, Leam however, did.
"I believe that she was healing the Hurrok as she took the collar off, you say she was fine before?"
"Yes, she said she didn't want to rest, only to help."
"Hmmm, we certainly need to get her to Master Numair."