"I'm fine." Dusty said reassuringly, "What's wrong, you look madder then a injured lion." His face screwed up more, probably because he didn't get the saying. "They get really really pissed off when they get hurt." She explained. "Now what's wrong?"
"I know your mad, I am too. But unless he tries anything again, then let's let it drop. I'm not gettin near him if I can help it." She said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. "Please."
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)