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Leto didn’t say anything about his mother’s condition, though she seemed to recognize the merits of this silent method of communication. Her next remark made him think. Was she actually happy to learn of her own accord, rather than simply feigning interest because Soto had sent her here?

It didn’t really matter to him. Bushtit brushed these thoughts aside to join those about his mother, his brow scrunching thoughtfully at Leto’s astute question. He supposed they would start with the easiest and most common words, although he thought of a certain someone’s tried and true method.

-“Your best bet is to watch and learn. That’s how I picked it up: by watching my mom, starting at a very young age. It might take you longer,”- he said, flashing her a sheepish grin, -“but, oh, what’s the word? When you learn something by being… being… I feel like it starts with an ‘x’…”-