A new friend, though one she can't understand, and already one she's managed to make smile. Eurydice considers this a success - more so when her usual method of making friends is far more personal in nature. But she's had a terrible day as far as her memory tells her. She's not at all certain of how much time has passed since she died in Orpheus's arms and when Charon's boat led her here, but she'll call it yesterday because the gods have not told her otherwise. That sense of loss and her own certainty that she either is or was dead has subdued the more primal part of her nature, and left her with only her sweet mannerisms to get by.

Devi is obviously accomplished at understanding things that are not spoken, because the nymph knows she's responding to her question even with their unmatched tongues.

Hazel eyes widen at the crumpled papyrus, and the question.

"I was given papyrus, too," she enthuses, holding hers up as she bends with a dancer's grace to collect the communication device and offer it for inspection. "But I do not know what this is. It is not heavy enough to be stone."

As a nature deity, she is utterly illiterate, but she is not unintelligent. Once she realises what the map is, things will be much better.