Stone Circle leynille

She couldn't tell if Bjarna understood or not. Sometimes it seemed like she did, but not every time. And sometimes it was just ambiguous. All of it was so stressful — being in this place she understood to mean danger, unable to understand what was said to her. Unable to communicate her own thoughts. Worse, never knowing for sure how many of her words flew over Bjarna's head.
These moments of tension and uncertainty had always defined her. Before, she had been the level head; the pillar of stability in a sea of chaos. Like her father. From a young age, nothing had shocked her or made her forget herself.
Then she became this. Lost in her own head, unable or maybe just unwilling to pull herself out of it long enough to be normal. To think about someone other than herself for more than a moment. She had been so selfish, ever since Rose died. That was why she hadn't tried to go back.
She tried to focus on Bjarna. Her eyes followed the motion of the girl's paw, but it took her a few seconds to realize what she was getting at. Vatn was... creek. Or water? She would have to find out.
Vatn, She paused her reluctant meal to parrot the word, but it felt like she was pronouncing it wrong. She frowned. Vatn. That felt closer, but still not quite right. She was normally such a quick study...