“I heard you talking your native language back there,” He began, his hand holding your shoulder for guidance as everyone walked through the terrain. He seemed a bit hesitant to speak his mind, but he he knew you long enough to know you wouldn’t really mind.

He was silent for a moment, contemplating if he should shrug it off, then:

“You think you can teach me a few words?” He finally croaked out, his head turning to you, evaluating where your gaze would be. His brow quirking in anticipation.