voice; private;

[His voice is unclear again. Already high strung from the town's madness, from the conscious effort of maintaining conscious resolve, Kesara is as attentive as a little cat to every sound out of the ordinary. It had made sense for him before to sound like that - in her own mind at least - but why now? Is he simply keeping it up? Or is he truly hurt? Had she been wrong before?

She is always wary of being wrong, but never more than now. She tries to keep her voice neutral, again, but it strays into softness as she speaks on. He could be hurt. A lot of people have been hurt.]

I have. Almost every night. I practised all the sentences you wrote for me before. Do you want to see...?