Redhawk Caldera shake that bagpipe

Sylvie's ears flattened, and she looked away, suddenly embarrassed by Frolic's question. I-I, she tested, trying her best to wrangle her nerves. She sucked in a deep breath, still looking away and blinking tears out of her eyes as shame spread through her like a plague.

I get nervous talking to other people, she explained lamely and with great effort, unable to look at her sister. Frolic probably thought that she was lame, and incapable, and a big baby, and just the lamest thing ever—she began to spiral.

Why was she like this? Why couldn't she just be normal like everybody else?