Liyal would have her gil, thank her very much! "Th-thanks!" Appropriately, money was very shiny. They knew all about money on the river, but mostly they traded for it and gave it back for other things. It felt like a more simple and direct exchange than the myriad possibilites (or impossibilities) of Emillion.
He was used to her teasing by now, although her running into his arm made typing on his communicator harder. Not to her this time, but to Kurtz. He could make legs and an arm that worked but shooting an arrow was too hard? Maybe an arrow, uh. They had crossbows. Liyal had to jump a couple steps to catch up to Quen once his brain realized it lacked even the most fundamental vocabulary for any kind of machine work.
By the time they'd gotten twenty feet he'd sent two messages, then nudged Quen in the arm. This was her signal for a boy come walking up. Course, she left Liyal to be her judge. It was like asking...Liyal to pick out curtains for you. Not only did he not get what it was you wanted, he didn't even get why you wanted it in the first place!