TW: Death Mention
Quentin nodded, breathing a sigh of relief that the other candidate could at least understand sign. "Yes, you can talk if that's easier."
They went back to signing. I've wanted to be a rider since I was small, but always had to help on the farm. Now that I'm grown, Mama told me to pursue my dream and join the candidacy. I went with the first caravan I could, and they were coming to Semaca. Now I'm here.
They didn't feel the need to tell someone that they had just met that their mother had delivered that message on her death bed. They had enough complicated feelings about it that they didn't have the words for, spoken or signed. Quentin didn't want to open that whole bag of issues in front of someone who was essentially a stranger.