"I am not good at cooking." Well, he is unskilled. Aerich sighs, tries again. "I have not learned to cook. I have eaten many good meals."
He does start talking, which helps. Mostly in identifying words he does not know yet, some of which are for animals and plants that might not exist here. But he is starting to feel more comfortable in describing things such that someone could offer a guess at the word he means.
And also, to feel more like himself. He had been starting to feel enough pain and loss as his sense of self was shoved against the wall of this foreign empire's class structure that doing anything other than what was required of him to survive was a struggle. But talking about home, and focusing his mind on a problem: learn the local tongue better was clearly improving his mood as much as the food.
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He does start talking, which helps. Mostly in identifying words he does not know yet, some of which are for animals and plants that might not exist here. But he is starting to feel more comfortable in describing things such that someone could offer a guess at the word he means.
And also, to feel more like himself. He had been starting to feel enough pain and loss as his sense of self was shoved against the wall of this foreign empire's class structure that doing anything other than what was required of him to survive was a struggle. But talking about home, and focusing his mind on a problem: learn the local tongue better was clearly improving his mood as much as the food.