( Watching sharply, Helena tries to imitate the name sign. Frowning, uncertain at first, before she tries it again, more precise - if nothing else, she is observant. Her nails are bitten down, hands filthy and blood stained, the skin pale and sallow, and it feels more pronounced now that she has watched Harriet's hands so closely for the signing. )
I like to eat.
( Being clean, eh. There's some dried grass and twigs in her hair, no big deal. )
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I like to eat.
( Being clean, eh. There's some dried grass and twigs in her hair, no big deal. )