[ The expression her features wear twist almost immediately, brightening from the quiet curiosity to something gladdened, the corners of her mouth raised in a smile. He's a funny one, she'll give him that— and there's something pleasant about someone arguing with her as if she's nothing more than what she presents as. A sort of freedom confirmed. ]

But it's the language given to use by the Goddess that we speak now, isn't it? [ As she says it, curiosity returns to her face again, before she poses a half-formed thought: ]

It's not really imitation, no... a necessity. [ A short beat— ] I read a little about trading from my father's books... If the Rito have their own language, you learned it to trade with Hylians. [ An even tighter, more amused, and teasing beat: ] Or to protect us.

[ One might think she knows something. ]