Lion Head Mesa i ne’er was struck before that hour

emiha. she would take it, until she found another method of communication. with a nod, relmyna smiled reassuringly at the girl — she had done nothing wrong to find the priestess here. and she could see the other openly wrestled with the problem of how to speak, once it had been revealed that she herself could not. a thought came to her, and her ears swept forward with interest.
settling herself, gesturing that the young woman might do the same, relmyna turned her gaze upon the gentle, worried face. i am well, she mouthed. instead of making garbled sound, why not speak without the concept of it? if she moved her lips in a more pronounced fashion, she saw no reason why they could not be read. 
relmyna, she confirmed, and shisu is lovely. in hope she waited that this be the way the goddess might restore her words, and if so, would chide herself for not having thought of it first.