Kalath:
She grimaces, before finally releasing herself from the tethers, before flipping down and landing well.. on her feet. Would you expect anything else from someone infected with the Cheetah Virus?
"I don't know what the heck is going on here, but wouldn't mind an explanation!"
Trav smiles slightly, as someone meeting with another of shared experience might. "How... do you feel?" She asks this with grave seriousness.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Let me... explain first. It's still all something of a blur."
"The blonde woman I was gave her life to deal with an old, old enemy and perhaps loved one of ours. She's gone, I am now here. I am the Traveller. When faced with certain death, my people...
change. We're not immortal and we can only do this a certain number of times. Its part of how we age. We keep the memories but our bodies and personalities become different."
She looks around. "It seems as if the Lad here has taken us somewhere else. We've travelled across time and space, and here we are. A new unknown place in the universe. Isn't it exciting?"
"But, I have a question for you. The Cheetah spirit, the Hunters, the Kitlings. How are they? I'm deeply grateful for the help you gave me, back there - the entire Cheetah tribe. I am not a Hunter - at least, I don't think I am - but I'm concerned. Did... my attempt to dialogue, to converse, work? How do you feel? I... I don't want to have hurt them. I wanted peace between the Cheetahs and the people of Khestartes."