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Pratik nodded thoughtfully. “Do they have a written language at all?”

Aleth nodded vigorously and drank it. It was terrible. And yet he appreciated it more than he possibly appreciated anything else in his life this far. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Gods. Gods no. No. Anxiety punched him in the gut and he involuntarily scooted closed to the headboard away from the two of them as he let out a shaky ...

“Good plan.” Pratik nodded. “Slow and steady — one step at a time.”

Aleth sighed. “…may as well get it over with while I can’t feel them… ma’am.”

“I understand that,” Pratik agreed. “It’s frustrating to encounter things you can’t understand. Bugs me. Although I never bothered learn script languages. Too complicated for my simple mind.

“Yes ma’am.” Aleth dipped his head and sat up a little straighter, keeping his gaze lowered.

Pratik chuckled. “Yeah some are wild no doubt.”

“No’m.” He shook his head. “… thank you, ma’am.”

“I’d say so. Same concept, you just have to practice tracing the letters to train your hand how.”

“Sounds like a worthy skill to learn, if you like.”

Tadaaki looked down at his fingers and flexed them with a slight grimace. They hurt like heck but didn’t seem damaged. “I… think they’re okay.”

(Oh gosh haha I’ve never heard of that but now I’m fascinated. I suck at geography tho) “Could never be me.” Pratik shook his head. “I’m too impatient for all ...

“Yes’m.” He took a moment, carefully looking away from her as he grimaced for a few seconds, then controlled his pain and settled into the sling. His stomach felt turned ...

(Hm?) “I assume collected,” Pratik said. “This would be an insane number to solicit to be custom written.”