Wylan keeps talking, and he imitates her action, which makes Lefty's jaws part into a pleasant little smile once again. Armada is a place of harsh weather, but the wolves, she's found, are grand company. Even Kyanite, who is a grouchy and rather judgemental; she's the product of something Lefty cannot deduce.
She watches Wylan, for a moment. Then the boy speaks about guts, and Lefty laughs again, a bell-like laugh, ringing and strong. "I'll tell you about guts, Wylan! But I have a question, first!" Lefty peers at the boy, taking a relaxed seat before him, because now is the time for a fun lesson.
They decide they can work two things together at once: Metaphor and Lesson on Guts. Yes. Perfect. Or maybe just metaphor. Language. Perhaps she can pique the boy's interest in words as weapons?
"Wylan, do you know what a metaphor is?"
"Speech"
