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[actuallyawolf]

idk finish this later, but it's here

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[actuallyawolf]

She hums, thoughtful.

"I... struggle with city sounds, sometimes. There's so many of them, and they're so loud. The woods can have just as many sounds, but they're softer. It's not as overwhelming. So you've got me beat there."

Ylva is absolutely certain this is going to work.

[decrypter]

"Yet yours require patience to hear and to understand. I think we're equal, just in different ways." A little pause. "If you give me some time, I could probably work out how to explain what I do so I don't become overwhelmed by it all. We can help each other."

Just because it's long held habit doesn't mean she can't try and pull it apart to understand how to teach it. If she can teach people Braille, she can certainly try and pass along the skills that have made her life actually livable.

[actuallyawolf]

"That would be really useful," Ylva says, honestly a little surprised by the suggestion but no less glad for it. "I try, but... honestly, I think sometimes being on the stupid boat for so long made things a lot harder than it was before."

So many long months cooped up, always inside, with no weather, no seasons, no life, just a watery wasteland around them.

[decrypter]

"No, I understand. There was sound, but...so much of it was fake. Or absent. And always that sound of the boat in the back, that hum, sort of like..."

She does her best impression of the low, rumbling hum that had been constant, some imitation of how a boat should sound but never varying. Day and night, in the background.

"It messed with how things should be. You know how much is absent, but when it's back, it comes all at once, not gradually. It gave me such a headache, until I remembered how to filter it."