[Don't apologize. It is a place to stand,] Even though it was rather unnerving to say the least. [I can do that. If I can escape slavery of seventeen years and make my way to freedom, I can ignore an eye or two.]

Lerith gives an encouraging grin, keeping his focus on Jon. He mirrors the head tilt, though his dips more, looking like a dog focusing on what was being said.

[Of course. It is rare for people to know Sign, especially in my world, so it makes communication difficult. I have to rely writing things down, or typing in Temba. By the time I've written what I have to say, the conversation has moved on.] The scarred face turned to frustrated expression. [It is frustrating, but it is what my owner wanted as my punishment.]