"How… is she speaking my language?"
Olga completely forgot she wasn't wearing anything under the blanket and dropped it on the floor due to her shock. After all, she truly was not expecting to actually hear or understand the nymph in front of her — but here she was, staring eye-to-eye with the nymph.
"I'm special," Margryth softly chuckled as she flicked her bright, glowing pink hair to the side, "Although not as special as the man beside you — I've only learned the humans' languages due to having lived for so long."
"But… creatures of the Underworld can never learn our language," Olga tried her best not to stutter as she finally realized that she subconsciously let go of the blanket and completely picking it up before continuing with her words, "The Amerkans have even been trying with the cenleons that Rhys brought with him — but for some reason, we truly can't understand each other even with deep learning."
