Since Sasha is busy being useful, Alaric tries mimicking the mothling's noises back at it, throwing in a couple simple whistled children's tunes of his own. It's a serviceable enough attempt at tone and rhythm.

"I wonder if your keeper has any data on your vocal range," Alaric asks it, trying not to be too specific until Sasha's sure there's no unwanted ears around. He's already thinking about possible pidgins that wouldn't require computer assistance to translate basic concepts.