Emberwood I'm just telling the truth

She seemed to be at war with herself, thoughts battling within her skull out of her control - after a deep breath, she at last made attempts to communicate through words. Though no sound spilled from her muzzle, only rough shapes dancing across her lips; it took a great silence and plenty of squinting for the smoky traveller to gauge what she was trying to say, unfamiliar with the lack of speech, though after a while of focusing he believed he understood. "I am searching for someone - my uncle."

Then, wraught with curiousity, he added, "What about you?"