Drizzt looks between all three; he's heard talking animals before, so it's not completely surprising to hear the other cat talk. It isn't long before his gaze locks on Guenhwyvar again. Yup, that's a guilty looking cat.

"... Can you speak, then?"

Guehwyvar tenses, but she nods, an uncharacteristic motion for her--and then speaks in a clearly woman's voice. "Yes."

Drizzt stares at her, stunned. "Have you always--?"

She shakes her head, the movement seeming unnatural. "Liminal Space...."

"Changed you," Drizzt can sense her unease, and he kneels to her to run his hands through her fur. "It's why you can stay with me safely, isn't it?"

"Yes," Guenwhyvar speaks softly. "But I do not like words."

The ranger stares at her for a long moment; there's many questions he wishes he could ask her, now that she can talk. But he supposes that being able to talk after perhaps centuries of not needing it would be very awkward. Drizzt can tell she's quite disturbed by the matter.

"Then you do not need to speak, my dearest friend," Drizzt wraps his arms around her neck, and she rubs her head against him.