Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

as per usual, jr's response is delayed between the struggle to lip read and the time it takes for her to process what she does pick out of the mix.

cave.

a cave? this puzzles jr a bit, before she realizes that it made sense; her expression morphing from soft confusion to a bashful sort of sheepishness. she nods and signs -yes.- in ptero, hoping to sneak in an easy lesson in ptero.