There was a look of mock thoughtfulness, “Hmmm, those can be hard to find these days, so I seriously hope that’s not what they eat!” laughing. “Now see, that would make them more convenient to have around.” Just stick em near a window.
Smiling, “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.” The Shaman wasn’t bashful about turning things down. Folding her legs under herself, “Well, technically, most of the language has been lost over time. Consider it imperfectly remembered. You can study it, but you cannot fluently speak it.” She says, “It is unable to be heard or read by Sleepers. So maybe, in a weird way, it’s like Hulk speech?” sounding unsure, “Sleepers will only hear and see gibberish, they simply cannot comprehend it. For us, it gives us the connection we need.” Then a smirk, “I mean, if you want to Hulk Smash, I can increase your strength.” That wasn’t difficult.