Aery looked around briefly to get her bearings. She was quite exhausted and in pretty serious pain from all the jostling, and wanted nothing more than to go sleep for twenty hours or more. But before she could a fairly heavy object hit her back, and she gritted her teeth as she fell on her hands hard, to turn around and see what had hit her. It was one of the younger Park urchins, with the single black string that meant a trainee runner.
His mouth moved a hundred miles an hour, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she couldn't understand him. Rather than try to talk over the boy
SLOW-DOWN. HEAR NOT-ABLE ME. She signed. The boy froze, then signed back to her, his hands a blur.
NOT-ABLE HEAR? WHAT-HAPPENED?
THINK-ABOUT NOT. STORY-TELL NOW.
S-I-L-L-Y GO-TO DOCK GET ON SHIP WANT-TO. FIND YOU WANT-TO. MUST HURRY.
Aery groaned, of course Silly would be trying to find her. But the boy wasn't done.
A-M-E HURT BAD. MAYBE POISON.
Aery froze, looking hard at the boy. She tried to bring her hands up into the sign for "torture" but couldn't do it.
The boy seemed to understand what she wanted to say, and nodded and brought his hands up into the sign for knife.
HURRY MUST. TELL OTHERS NOW.
Turning behind her, to Celaena and the others, Aery said, "I've got to hurry, apparently Silly's trying to get on the boat to Xandria to come find us!"
Then, hobbling along on her poor broken fee and legs, half-crying from the pain, Aery went running through the city, trying to keep up with the six-year-old boy who was her guide.
(Wait, [@The Slenderman] I just realized we left Shadow in Xandria.)