Octavia nodded. She struggled to keep Aurie in her arms. She knew if she put her down, Aurie would try to wrap herself around the stranger.
"It means friend in the language of her father's people." She had learned that no one from any other reality knew what a Grounder was, so it was easier to be vague, at least initially.
"They are warriors. They often put paint on their faces." Which was something Aurie hadn't had much exposure to, but apparently she'd had enough to recognise it.