Whisper remembers the comfort of books before. Remembers the joys of reading in all 5 different languages she has learned to read from- most she still stuttered to speak, concatenates of russian sounding lame on her tongue, the heavy vowels of latin. The mere pronounciation of Japanese were all fleeting, and with age the pup wasn't getting any better at it. Language was the way people spoke, the most common way to express yourself truthfully in ways her body has been trained to avoid, her tongue would give way and illuminate how tense or how relaxed she was. Even her silence was something overlooked usually in tandem for keeping her body posture and emotion from her face. Being a kid made things looser, made her less weary with all of it at least. It also meant that the instincts that Whisper had never had- added soul craving hunger that made her maw salivate slightly just at the reshi in the air, made each inhale infused with the promise of a meal that the puppy could not catch.

She needed a distraction, so she explored. Finding Morgan in the library cleaning was completle coincidance. The other's excited call falling on deaf ears to a child that has grown used to sleeping to the sound of screaming. Even now decades away from her the memory still cling because they are the most vivid ones she have. In comparison to the many years she has dealt hidden away like a untapped power, whispering in the ears of her other's her woes until they drove each other wild and warped. It took a great focus to keep herself from warping back into that child that cried in the corner of conscious, the voice of reason in a mind full of monsters chanting softly 'remember remember who you were. Remember being alone will kill you. Remember you can never go back'

Whisper remembers Morgan from second hand wounds and brief flashes of Adrenalin. The said can be said for a few of the faces within the clan that she had come to meet through a different pair of eyes. A body that is no longer her own but still theirs. Still connected to and still feeling. It's easy to push through the information Argus had cataloged, Ice wielder, water and ice were both a dangerous weapon that the other knew how to use, and now a clan mate she did not feel the same fear that Argus did when pressed on each side against him. Against this clan she did not feel afraid, Just brief passing anxiousness and loneliness that clung to her when she lost her focus and forgot to breathe through it.

When she stepped into the library it was with subdued eyes. Bright bubbly grin tilted in a neutral expression that was neither put off into a frown nor the bubbling exuberance that Whisper was used to giving. For now she just... aches and instead of focusing on that she will drag her attention away from the throbbing in her heart, in her stomach, and forget about playing a role she had been given and just be herself. ❝Need some help there mister?❞ Her voice was calm and her manner of speaking was poised and polite,tense four blue eyes blinking at the armored tangler as she watched him clean for a moment longer waiting for a response.