[She adds words every day. A far cry from the days when she could barely speak full sentences.
She nods again, committing tusks to memory as she snaps her teeth to mirror the woman's gesture.]
Why be afraid?
[Eleven relaxes her stance a little. She won't ever not be weary around strangers, and is still reeling from her arrival here, but she doesn't feel in danger - not from the woman, not at present, at least.]
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Tusks.
[She adds words every day. A far cry from the days when she could barely speak full sentences.
She nods again, committing tusks to memory as she snaps her teeth to mirror the woman's gesture.]
Why be afraid?
[Eleven relaxes her stance a little. She won't ever not be weary around strangers, and is still reeling from her arrival here, but she doesn't feel in danger - not from the woman, not at present, at least.]
You're not a monster.