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She was pretty sure she had it down, but then Bjarna added another gesture to the mix. It only confused her at first. Had she been wrong? Did vatn mean drink? But then another word was added, and it clicked. Drekka had to be drink — it even had a similar sound. Sort of. So vatn must mean water.
Drekka vatn, She echoed, this time with a stronger grasp on the sounds she was meant to make. Drink water. She added; now that she was certain she knew what it meant, maybe Bjarna could benefit from this lesson too. It was kind of fun, actually. Simple and lighthearted in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time. It reminded her again that the other girl was only a child.
They both were, in a way. As much as she aspired to the maturity that her age should have lent her, there was a part of her that hadn't aged a single day since Rose died. Maybe it never would.