Redhawk Caldera ∧∧

The stranger promptly deferred, which pleased her, though her body language didn’t show it. Towhee didn’t relax. If anything, she went even more rigid, as if to play up the distinction of their present roles.

She saw his lips moving but she didn’t quite catch what he said. Was he whispering, perhaps? Towhee needed him to enunciate.

I know it goes against the grain, she said, voice still gruff, but you may look at me when you speak. I’m hard of hearing and read lips, she explained. Please speak firmly and repeat what you just said.