Wendy and Nick
Wendy followed Nick's gaze and saw what he saw. The tall giant and the feisty predator girl had seemingly reconciled their differences, because he seemed to be putty in her hands now. No violence, no subjugation - just them speaking their words and exchanging meanings in a coded language he never seemed to fully understand.
Even with Sasha, who tolerated him best of all, he sometimes had to parse words and guess at their meaning. Humans were subtle and their communication contained multitudes. All he ever fully understood were their screams.
"I... I did," he said as he turned back to Nick. "That was the only part I understood of it all. The rest was..." He frowned. The alcohol had made him more verbose than usual. "Feelings. This body can't seem to help them and everybody else navigates their turmoil with such... ease."