[ Helena. The intelligent woman in a dirty dress, who moved like a predator but somehow seems to have an easier time understanding Harriet than some hearing people do. They've both had to work hard to make a place for themselves in their worlds. There's a kinship there, if... well, Harriet probably had it easier. The Library provided. Her mother adapted, never stopped signing even after Harriet became proficient in lipreading. She passed in ways Helena doesn't—and maybe that's why Harriet feels like they should stay together, at least for now. ]
Harriet. [ As she says it aloud, she makes her name sign. ] Do you want to clean up? Eat something?
[ Please say yes, you deserve clean clothes, Helena. ]
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Harriet. [ As she says it aloud, she makes her name sign. ] Do you want to clean up? Eat something?
[ Please say yes, you deserve clean clothes, Helena. ]