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Her question stilled his limbs, a little knit appearing in his pale brow. Had she somehow not noticed his movements? No, he’d seen her eyes following them. Perhaps Leto simply didn’t make the connection. If he thought about it, Bushtit supposed that made sense. Most languages were spoken, after all.

-“This is Ptero,”- he emphasized with particularly punchy movements. -“It’s a sign language. Have you met my mom, Towhee? She’s deaf, which is why we communicate this way.”-

He did his level best to ignore the little tug in his chest when he spoke about his mother. What was she doing right now, he wondered? Was she annoyed with him? Or was she more worried? He didn’t mean to torment her. I probably should’ve said something… well, too late now, he decided, squaring his shoulders and pushing her from his mind.