Communication in this strange new Underworld is going to be an issue, the nymph thinks, if no one here speaks Greek. She's not sure how people of other tongues are here in the first instance, but questioning the gods never ends well for those who question, and Eurydice is quite fond of the gods and of not being punished. She does live in the forest at the foot of their mountain, after all. Did live. Odd, that she doesn't feel dead, here.

So it is to be mime, as though they are both mutually mute. She thinks she can manage that, being used to reading body language.

A tap on the chest, and a word with more emphasis. A name?

"...eye mDevi?" she tries cautiously, the syllables accented.