“It—,” Cheyenne paused, a bit taken back by Talyssa’s humility. It would be easier to hate her if she was being a brat. “Yes. Yes, that’s why you’re here.”
Tilting her chin up, she cleared her throat softly and pulled the book over to Talyssa so they could share it. “Okay. I’m going to go over the sounds of the Greek alphabet so you can hear the differences. It’s... I mean I’m not sure all the history, but it’s from about the 9th century BCE. So of course there are different dialects. The dialect I know,” she said as she looked up at Talyssa, studying her face, “is the one the Gods use.”