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Raven didn't look up when Eljay spoke to her, staring down at Towhee with a thoughtful frown carved into her dark features. She did answer him, though. "Nothing's wrong, per se," she said slowly, finally glancing upward at him, "but I think... Towhee may be deaf." Right as the last word left her mouth, Orca burped and the Gamma looked at her with an amused, fond smile before turning that worried look back on the pup in question.

Towhee began stirring, perhaps feeling the weight of her elder sister's gaze. She blinked up at the Gamma and Raven gazed back. When the little Sigma began to wilt, Raven realized how her face must look—and just how important her facial expressions must be for Towhee's interpretation of the world. "Oh, baby girl..." she breathed, immediately bending down to lick at the pup's face. "It's okay. It'll be okay. We still love you and you're going to..." She trailed off when she realized, really realized, that Towhee couldn't hear a word she was saying.

Withdrawing a few inches and crouching to put their faces on the same level, Raven started over, smiling, speaking slowly and using gestures to get her point across. "It's gonna be okay. I," the Gamma said, patting herself on the chest with a forepaw, "love you," she continued, now poking Towhee gently in her little chest. "We all do. And we'll figure this out, as a family..." She scooted forward to lick and nuzzle Towhee's face with perhaps over-the-top affection.