Voz De La Innocente

Lillianna frowned, at both the wolf's words and actions. Why worry so much about what one questions in their head? It seemed silly, to her. She had been uncomfortable with her scars, at first; now, they were there to stay - and they were most definitely the first thing people noticed, and stared at. It did annoy her at times, but most did not bother mentioning it. "Why worry about it?" she asked bluntly, eyes like flint on the male. "We all have things that other people will notice and question in their heads. Like my scars," she pointed out. "It's pointless worrying about it; as long as they don't say anything and are rude... why bother worrying what someone notices?" Perhaps it was too blunt of her, but it was true; she really didn't understand why the male did that. "In fact, for some, by mentioning it can make you seem hostile and rude yourself, by making assumptions," she added later, though in a much softer, kinder tone. It was more as in just mentioning it, like a warning, instead of something pointed and an attack.

She would blink at the words that came out of the male's mouth next. Most definitely another language. Definitely not Italian. "What language is that?" she questioned, not completely picking up that Valentina was the name. She blinked again at the 'and you', her head tilting to the side somewhat in a request for clarification

"Speech" "Language"