"Don't know about that," Octavia said. She was looking out towards the distant trees again. "But he asked to hear what it sounded like, and I told him a few things, and he..."

Her voice got softer again. And just a little quieter.

"He figured out what they meant, and he put together a new thing to say to me."

And, well. Lucifer knew there wasn't exactly an abundance of Trig speakers on the island.