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Ambrose's lips were easy enough to read and Towhee nodded. "I was born this way," she rejoined, taking no offense. She paused, wondering if she always would've taken that inquiry well, especially after his previous pitying look. Once upon a time, she had resented outsiders, primarily because of the challenges being deaf wrought. Towhee had come quite a long way since, which wasn't something she thought on often; it simply struck her in that moment.

The thought passed and Towhee said, "You looked a little perturbed when I walked up," and slowly signed the words as she spoke. "Why?" she questioned, point blank. Striking up an organic conversation was the best way for her to help Ambrose learn, though she was curious for its own sake too.