possibly potentially protect potential

Life and the world around her continued on to evolve, exist, and push forth with or without her. Even on the days when her body felt tired, all of her senses overstimulated, and she kept to the shadows of the treehouse, Pythia knew she had to try. Curled up beneath warm piles of fur, she waits patiently, dozing on and off. The day goes by and she can tell by the warmth that fades in through the window. As the grows chilly, she hears steps approach into the room. Before the rest of the pups return from dinner or adventure or wherever they were, Pythia lifts her head to call out to her mother.

A quiet noise, a gentle bark to alert Modesty over to where she rests. "Mother, I want to know more," she says, albeit slightly weakly, but with enough confidence that shows she's serious. Whether it was a lesson on religion, on tea, or politics, Pythia would take it.

"speech"