A heavy, tongue-stinging key, slipped through your lips and turned, sealing your voice behind your teeth.
Physical, palpable relief flooded through me as the key left my mouth. She hesitated momentarily when pulling it back, and I leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on it, smiling.
"You're sure this is okay?"
I nodded, my hands speaking for me. It's fine! Really, you're doing me a favor.
It took her a moment to catch up with me - she's not quite as adept as I've gotten with sign language. "And you really want this for the whole weekend?"
This time I just rolled my eyes at her.
"Okay, okay! It's just kind of a long time, is all."
I can barely speak with strangers anyway. It's not like this is going to make it any more difficult to communicate. I sighed. Honestly, for real? This is so much easier. I don't have to speak up, I don't have to enunciate, and I don't have to worry about my words getting stuck in my throat.
"I know, I know, I just worry about you! What happens if I'm not there and someone tries to... do... something to you!"
Miss, I signed, putting my hand to my mouth in mock shock and changing to the extremely formal language I'd be using at the convention, This one thought you said the witches here could all be trusted! Why, if some unscrupulous witch were to come across this one all alone, she could simply whisk this one away to who knows where!
"Wh- how is it that you're STILL making fun of me with this many triggers applied to you? Fine, smarty-skirts, what's YOUR solution in that scenario?"
I grinned, reached into the pocket of my skirt's apron, and slowly pulled out an air horn.