Sxicq stares at Luka like he's asked them to speak common. It's clear they're processing his words for a moment before they nod very slightly after making their decision. Suddenly the air is... a little more electric. That can't be bad. That has to be good! Great, even! Nothing bad here! Nope!

"Jimci sef fi eqg. Ecquqh qu aqr. Qura sefrir..."
"Just talk to me. Dinner is good. Knights are..."

They pause, the air going suddenly absolutely still with no crackling at all for several moments. It's eerie, like they've left, but then the crackling resumes and--

"...Aqr."
"...good."

That's. Good?