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She pursed her lips together, having begun to understand what the sound of a question was. Her cheeks puffed up slightly, but she made no sound. She exhaled through tight lips, a frown gracing her features. There was something that she wanted to do- but she wasn't sure what it was, or how to do it. All the sounds that Erzulie made- and she watched her mother's lips move, and could feel the vibrations coming from her body- but her brain could not parse out exactly how she was to make those actions herself. 

So she felt relieved when her mother pulled her closer for a bath. She uttered a soft, ullulating puffs of air to show how pleased she was, and leaned into her mother's embrace, turning this way and that as though to direct her mother's attention to the places she most liked to be tickled or bathed. The words of a past wr went over her head, though one of her little ears did prick, slightly at the sound of the word Drageda.