Duma smiled. Naesala was obviously very proud of not being human, proud to be set above them. Duma had seen the same behaviour in angels, and while he could understand why, he was willing to give humans a little more slack.

You will have to tell me more of your people. I have not heard them, and I have heard the cries of most.

He leaned closer, not noticing as the Raven's wings brushed his own. I do not speak into it. But there is a way of transmitting voice. I assume one just has to speak their message and transmit it. It sends messages in text as well. It is how I communicate with most people.