==>Become the Deaf and Blind Seer

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“W-Who’s there?!”

>Your body jerks from the inital touch, not being able to hear someone approach as you slowly understand that whoever it is was trying to help you, not harm you. You take the hand on your should shakily in your own, feeling human skin, not troll, and you hold the fabric of a long sweater close to your nose and inhale deeply, analyzing it through your frantic thoughts.

Cats, perfumes, fleece…

“R-Rose? Rose, is that you?! Rose, help me, I can’t hear the world… where did all the noise go, where is it?!”

>You whimper to her, squeezing her hand, greyed eyes marked with scratched at the tops and bottoms of your eyelids, though she can’t see that. You wish you could hear her, if anyone’s voice could calm a room, it was Rose, but there was no sound. No noise.

Nothing.

You listen, listen to every word that she says, and when you hear that phrase—can’t hear—you reel backwards.  Losing one’s hearing at all was a devastating occasion, but to have it stripped away on top of sight was true cruelty.  It was a lance to your heart, because you know that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

The only thing you know how to do is press your fingers into her hand, and you decide to go the simplest route, drawing letters slowly, to make sure she understands.

“It’s Rose.  It’s ok.”

You say it, too, though you know it won’t have any effect.  Then you think again, and take her other hand and press it against your throat, so she can feel that you are talking to her, and reassuring her.

“Let’s get you somewhere safer.”

You take her hand, letting her hold you as closely as she wants, and begin tapping your cane, trying to find somewhere where you can more extensively figure out what’s going on.