Friends. Merrill loves friends, and Jester is so light. She wants to be friends with her, intensely; wants to meet that light with her own. "I won't tell," Merrill promises, solemn in return, taking Jester's hand in her own to grip it - and immediately giggling as Barkley licks her. "Well, friends apparently also lick each other, if one friend is a dog! He'll keep secrets, too."

Mostly because no one knows how to speak Dog.

"I've never met a tiefling before! But 'friend' is 'falon', and I would call you 'lethallan' because we're friends now! 'Da'len' is 'child' or 'little one', which I think would be pretty close for Barkley..." Trying to piece together bits of a language that doesn't entirely exist is difficult, but it's not the first time she's done it. Barkley is given an absent-minded ruffle behind the ears as she thinks.

"It's... we lost a lot of our culture, a lot of the language. But I think 'lethallin' for Barkley would work, too!"