Blacktail Deer Plateau the glen

“I...” she paused, “I think so.” Was that the right answer? Tytonidae could never be too certain if she was saying the right thing or not. She wished that there was a clear answer written somewhere. Or that somebody could just tell her all the right things to say so she didn't mess it up. Instead, she went around feeling as uncertain as ever about every word that spilled from her mouth, even to the closest of her relatives and friends.

“Are you happy he is awake?” Ty asked, hoping to gain some kind of idea of whether she had answered correctly or not.