"My apologies, I did not realize that you were mute." Lily bows, as taught by her by the great game -- she never wanted to risk an offense and she should have known the players within Eterna. The Legion had done much for Taravell and yet she had not heard whispers of a silent legionnaire within the Nightingale circuit. She is a bard and there is much power within her voice that she couldn't imagine not being able to have use of it. She studies performance within the Harmonium and much of her life of comfort was formed by her ability for seduction and song.
She waves her hand as if to dismiss her apology, nothing but a mild amusement on her expression at the entire thing. After all, it is a relatively new occurrence, that of her muteness, and while giving up her voice was a considerable sacrifice, Nurcan cannot find it in herself to regret it. She will adapt, she must for there is still work to be done and she will not leave things half finished.
Still, here and now, she simply cannot communicate, unless. Tilting her head at the other, she gestures, miming writing, as if asking if she had writing utensils with her. There is more than one way to communicate after all.
