Maia smiled at the Dothka's response, a little tickled at seeing such innocent curiosity at the waddling curiosities that were the Myckets, as Maia had to agree they were far from normal. Though the way he indicated the Myckets after being licked reminded Maia of when the exact same thing and conclusion had happened to her.
Licker was a pretty accurate name, but Maia had felt they needed more identity than that as she didn't know to what extent the little creatures might evolve to.

With a bit of laugh, Maia squatted beside one of her Myckets and patted it on the head.
"Mycket," Maia said clearly, indicating the creature under her hand.

The Mycket Dothka had picked up squeaked a little in surprise, waggling its stumpy legs around as though in protest for awhile, before making what could only be taken as a huff as it resolved to waiting to be put back down.

"Where did you come from? Does your mistress know where you are? And who is your mistress anyway?" Maia asked a little awkwardly as questions kept popping out at her and gluing themselves onto the end of her sentences.
She had meant to keep things simple rather than barraging her new acquaintance with questions, as she didn't really want to give the wrong first impression.