[Not that Judith can tell what she's trying to say, so she cocks her head in the opposite direction of the girl's.]

It's hard to answer questions when you don't ask them.

[And she bends down to the ground, searching around the trunk of the tree. Even if the girl won't speak, if they can find the journal, she can probably write down her half of the conversation, right?]

There should be a little book somewhere very near here, just for you.