The cry stops Jon in his tracks, as well; with the soundscape of this wing so hushed, compared to the other ones, the agonized cuts so much more viciously through the space. Jon had been just about to ask when Drelasa explains. Were he still capable of it, worry would crease at his features.

"What prevents him from understanding?" He asks, but gladly follows Drelasa along once she resumes her pace, moving towards the source of the sound. "Is understanding something trained, or rather, something that can only... come with time?"