Debbie might have occurred, had the nymph not been concentrating so very hard on climbing over the language barrier. Having a 'V' sound in her native tongue helps immensely, and the red-haired dryade looks delighted at both the confirmation of her pronunciation, and Devi's own attempt at Eurydice's name. She has it much closer on the second try.

"Yes!" she laughs. "We are now known to one another. You are Devi and I am Eurydice, and we are both lost in this place."

Greek is the language of the gods. It can't be anything but gorgeous, not that the nymph is at all comprehensive of Devi's words. The meaning is there in her tone, though, and she's pleased to have made a friend.

Another gesture at the purple-haired girl (a nymph is a poor judge of age, appearing mostly ageless once she has passed her adolescence; Eurydice had lived roughly eighteen summers) is followed by a sweeping motion of their surrounds and the dock, and a helpless expression is added to it.

"Do you know where we are or how we got here? I was not on the boat they say I was."