Malnora's consciousness stirred as fragments of Elven words danced in her mind, like scattered leaves in an autumn breeze. After days among these ethereal beings, simple phrases had begun to make sense, though most conversations remained a melodic mystery. Their language was like music – beautiful, complex, and maddeningly difficult to grasp. Her thoughts drifted to her crashed ship, wondering if anything salvageable remained within its twisted hull, or if the forest had already begun to reclaim it.