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She did not like being addressed about her speech impediment. Especially not when Avicus had a perfectly good reason to speak differently, and she did not. At least, she didn't think that she had a physical reason why she lisped and had a rhotacism. She wanted to have a response that would leave her some dignity, but could not lie and say she had some sort of injury or deformity. 

"Orphaned." Was her firm, cold answer. In the cold on the glacier, she'd been left alone, no one to teach her how to speak properly, no one to feed her or look after her. Even when there had been others, they didn't correct her speech. "Tu-rying to leawn now." She would do better, but it would take some amount of speech therapy to correct her developed speech patterns. 

The sight of Avicus' bitten tongue remained in her mind. "You bite 'em back?" She asked. "The one that took yo-a tongue?"