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"Yeah," he confirmed, but Fox's inspection was concluded with a statement that there was nothing wrong with his ear. Maybe it wasn't something she could see physically. Peregrine's eye problem couldn't be seen physically either, but he was still blind in it. Nightjar lived primarily a physical existence, but not once had he ever taken a look at himself in a pool of water, so he couldn't even confirm or deny that his affliction was not physical as well. "Oh," was all he had to say to that.

But he could confirm from experience that, "there's no sound." Not since the day his ears opened. Whether he was born with it or whether Wildfire really had popped his eardrum, Nightjar couldn't hear a thing on his left side. It didn't hamper him as much as it would have if he'd been born being able to hear and lived a life where both ears worked, but it was still a hindrance at times. Like when the bushes rustled on his left side and he didn't notice it. Or when someone spoke to him on that side and he didn't totally understand them. Still, it was a minor disability at best. It was no wonder that no one had really noticed it aside from those who noted the way his ear tilted off the side rather than alertly erected most of the time.