Shadowwyn Moor teach us things about our own tongue

she didn't know? merrick was not quite sure he understood; in his world, you had a reason, or you did not. there was very little grey, or at least little that the boy indulged. he studied her silently, not answering immediately. what was his reason? he had not come here for pleasure, but to escape the cloying feel of the hollow.
"no reason," merrick settled upon saying, ears flicking forward. "i've never seen anyone like you before." while delivered bluntly, it was quite truthful, and he found himself piqued anew.