"It's weird but it's like I partly understand you even though you're not saying anything. Must be the magic."

The little musical tones were probably magical and magically understanding languages seemed a byproduct of the myth thing. Still, he knew it'd be easier to communicate if she could just write things down.

He drug through a pile of junk until he found a pen and notebook, carefully flipped past some of the pages (which had doodles and such on them that he wasn't keen on anyone else seeing) and handed it over to her, sitting across from her so she could easily turn the notebook so he could see.