[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
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Aava looked at the woman, dumbfounded, as she was presented with some more coarse linen. Beck was talking, too, making sounds with her mouth that Aava couldn't comprehend. Her understanding of language was too fractured for her to try and make sense of the language. It seemed nothing like Finnish - weird soft phones but still a lot of consonants. Lots of small words that made no sense.
The woman seemed mildly frustrated as she begun gesturing at her own clothes, trying to make Aava understand. The näkki tried her very best to cooperate, nodding along and taking the pants in her hands, trying to put them on like sleeves on her hands. It looked damn funny, probably, and kind of desperate too. It had been a long long time since Aava had been in a possession of any clothes at all, and those times she had long forgotten. Furthermore, the näkki was quite sure that even then she hadn't worn anything as ridiculous as "pants". Why would anyone wear such an uncomfortable cloth?
[color=teal]"Evren on ystävä. Öö... Evren... Friend. She takes care of my," [/color] Aava tried to explain as she was pulling the shirt over her head and struggling with fitting her wet head through the collar. Aava was quite proud of her progress, so she continued.
[color=teal]"Pants... [i]These bastards,[/i]"[/color] she proclaimed with the same tone of voice the wolf man had used when the police had been interrogating him. That was all Aava had heard, and he had sounded so angered at the words that they must've meant something negative. And pants... They really were something negative.