What did he just say to her? What did he mean by... Did he just throw his hammer at her?
Was this pale-skinned man attacking her? That took a serious set of balls. Especially for someone whose grip on her language appeared to only be single syllable words and... Taweret backed out of path of the hammer instead of ducking, to see it head toward the demon she sensed but couldn't find leering in the window. Huh. Well.
Dammit. This was why she needed Bes here. Maybe this man would be useful in her husband's absence. But... they were going to need more than one word communication. “Stay!” Taweret ordered him, firmly. She was not leaving room for argument. Because if she dropped her form and he ran off without understanding, she was back at square one.
Taweret relaxed momentarily, she didn't have much time for the mother and child's sake, and shifted into humanoid form which at least quieted some of the screaming. Thank creation. “Would you shut up, already,” she barked at pitiful excuse for a midwife. “Do I look like I'm here to hurt your mistress? Cloth and clean water, now... unless you want a damn corpse. Warmed oils if you've done your job and prepared any...” At which point she turned the strange white-man-god.
“What do you speak?” She asked with urgency. Taweret gestured, pointing to him, then to her mouth in case he didn't understand what she was asking. She was not as worldly as some of her siblings in terms of language, but... she saw a large variety of people throughout Egypt she'd had to learn to communicate with at this point. Greek, Latin, various versions of what came out of Mesopotamia and Canaan...