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Mou, she repeated. nice and simple, easy to remember. he spoke, and there was something amiss with his voice. halting and slurred, much like hers, but damaged, unmistakably. her eyes darted to the scar along his throat, and she wondered whether that was the source of his speaking problems.

like her, he had no clue what the object was. Tahani lowered her head further to take a sniff of it; beyond the smell of salt and sea was a sterile, alien scent. it was not only something she had never seen but something she had never smelled, either. her brows drew together in puzzled curiosity, staring for a long moment before straightening and looking at Mou again.

hmmm, she murmured, not knowing how to categorize the object. instead, she turns her attention to the young man. how--how long you here? on island? i n--i am new, she managed, shifting her weight on her paws.