Broken Boulder Thanks for the hospitality

She wagged her tail in response, a smile of greeting gracing her maw as she dipped her head. Eyes calm, she waited for him to speak. All the while, she tried to pick up little details here and there, clues that might lead her to answers before the words came. . .if the words came. Her greatest strength was speech; she was Samson without his hair, at this point.

She had tried, though. And there had been moments where the words seemed just about to come, but fell flat at the last second, escaping her tongue as a whimper or a groan. Lily didn't know what it would take for her to speak again. Perhaps she never would, and that was a thought that scared her more than anything else in the world. Death would be better than being mute, especially if she was blessed with a particularly long life.