Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Leta visibly wilted, ears flattening on her crown as she was called dumbass. Leta didn't know what that was, but it didn't sound good. I... I've never met someone with a pirate title... was her only answer, eyes averting immediately. In fact, she didn't even know what a pirate title was. It certainly showed, and Leta was every bit embarrassed about it. Should she know? This was the first time she had heard of it. But she did not think Spica was lying to her about its existence. 

Dweeb. Another new word, so perfectly said that Leta all but flinched when she heard it said. What was wrong with her? Was there something? I didn't mean to! she answered, apologetic and contrite, gaze not once leaving the vicinity of the earthen floor. Now they lingered on her paws. I didn't know you suffered here, she also added; she didn't know a lot, apparently. Why do you stay? She asked next, more curious than anything else and trying to get the focus off of her and her, well, dweeby-dumbassness.