She wouldn't say anything, and he would do his best not to take a peek at what she was doing. Frith would just lay still, taking in a breath, holding and releasing just like his mother had taught him for years. Since his sickness his meditation time had seemingly disappeared, and until this moment he hadn't really noticed. Maybe this girl would do well to learn such techniques. He'd lose his train of thought though, opening only one bright blue eye slowly. His patience seemed to be paying off, the girl's stutter had already decreased dramatically. "No." He would say softly, "You just seem scared to me." He would resist the urge to shrug, his body remaining completely still as he closed his eye once more, breathing steadily.
"Speech"
