Her reflection mouths along, then holds up two fingers.

Masque's head tilts again. "Is it easier to understand Rae than me?" e asks.

Eir reflection nods, and Rae's waves a hand at her lips.

"That would make things...difficult. Given..." Rae waves a vague hand at Masque's mask, seems to be avoiding saying something. "Um, do you...have a name? That you can tell us?"

Head shake.

Masque goes rigid, eir own memories of that being eir state haunting em.

"...I'm not sure we're the ones to offer you this. But would like one?"

(The shoulder of eir reflection's shirt compresses slightly, for a moment.)

Both reflections shrug.

Raeli shifts closer to Masque, pressing their shoulders together.

"I'm unsure if that's a 'don't want', a 'not sure' or a 'don't understand why you should have one'?"

Two fingers held up by one reflection, three by the other.

"You're a person," Masque snarls, all fury and distress.

Raeli hums soothingly. "A name is...something people have. It can be anything you want it to be, something that...defines you. We- named Masque for eir mask. It- I suppose if you don't want one, you don't have to have one, but... a lot of people seem...unnerved if you don't have one."

Nod. Shrug.

One of the trees in the background loses its leaves, then crumbles to powder over the course of about half a minute.

"...you...had one? But you can't remember it?" Raeli guesses.

Nod.

"...I'm sorry that was taken from you."

Nod again, and another shrug.

The surrounding plants ripple, a little.

"You are here," Raeli agrees. "Although I suspect a wood is not the most thrilling of places to be. That we passed this way at all is sheer luck."

Head shake at the first part.

The plants ripple a little more, and both reflected people tilt their heads.

"We're wanderers. Outcasts if you will. We find places to rest that...people won't wander across."

Nods. Head-tilts and a vague hand gesture outward, accompanied by movement of plants near the very edge of the field of view.

"...Would you like to see more?"

Vigorous nod. Head tilt, and a hand held in front of her lips.

"May I touch you?" Masque requests politely. "I can...reposition you, and Rae can stay in frame as it were?"

...

Nod. Slow hand gesture miming picking something up by the edges.