He'd been expecting a 'no' from Damayanti. After all, she spoke Common with no accent whatsoever. He stared at her when she translated with no hesitation. Well! This girl was quite the useful one, and full of surprises besides.
Not only could she understand them, she could speak their language as well! He must have looked quite the fool, sitting there with his mouth slightly open as she conversed with them. He stuffed another spoonful of the stew into his mouth just so he would stop gaping. His bowl was only half empty when an older woman grabbed it from him. "Oh!"
She ladled more of the soup into it until it was brimming full then forced it back into his hands. "Atcha, atcha," she said, pointing at the bowl then at him. Then she muttered something to the men and a small laugh rippled around the room.
Lorin may not have spoken their language, but he knew a grandmother when he saw one, and he knew when he was being told to eat because he was too skinny. He'd spent some time as a ward to one of the more traditional and powerful Adelan tribes, and this was no new circumstance to him.
As it happened, he had been most wise not to speak much in their presence. These men did know Common! Lorin scrambled to his feet so he could offer a proper thanks and a bow. "That is most gracious of you, sir, and House Siilan extends its gratitude to you. My heart is alight with the radiance of your noble hospitality."
Their host—Lifwayn?—glanced at his men then shrugged. "Ah. Right! Well sit! Sit and eat, for we move on at first light." He clapped a hand on Lorin's shoulder and it rather felt like getting thudded with a brick.