["You're a monkey!" is all that translates, and Sariatu is struck absolutely, momentarily dumb by this entire situation. By the impossibility of communicating with someone for whom the most outstanding information of the moment is that she's a talking monkey, when to her, the most outstanding information of the moment is nothing less than the potential death of her child.
All this, and a language barrier.]
A boy!
[She interrupts her dumfounded stare with simple words, earnestly shouted, desperate that this stranger should understand that her body is the least of her concerns, and should be the least of his, if only he knew -]
A child! A boy - in a red jacket - and a man, no - a beetle, a beetle man.
[She shouts each word clearly, her composure shattering a little more with every word, off balance with her sword, but snapping back into form with the blade leveled for the most important question.]
no subject
All this, and a language barrier.]
A boy!
[She interrupts her dumfounded stare with simple words, earnestly shouted, desperate that this stranger should understand that her body is the least of her concerns, and should be the least of his, if only he knew -]
A child! A boy - in a red jacket - and a man, no - a beetle, a beetle man.
[She shouts each word clearly, her composure shattering a little more with every word, off balance with her sword, but snapping back into form with the blade leveled for the most important question.]
Where are they?