Eva
Noting Vhun's lack of a comment on the topic of religion, Aria decided to drop it. She knew it was a sensitive topic to some, and despite what the Mothfolk might think, she didn't mean to offend. She simply just wasn't the best at conversing with people, mostly due to a lack of experience. It didn't help that she couldn't see the other's expressions at all, so she didn't have a clue of what she was feeling at all - really, Aria didn't even seem to notice the annoyance she was causing.

Aria was quiet for a few moments when Vhun mentioned her sisters. Should she mention that her own twin was long gone from this world? No, she didn't want to sour the conversation. It wasn't something she wished to discuss with a stranger either way. But how to respond in a way that wasn't rude? Perhaps some questions, asked from nothing but curiosity?

"What are your sisters like, then?" Aria asked, hoping she wasn't coming off as too pushy. Then again, if she was, she was certain that Vhun could just leave, or tell her. "Do you have many?" She recalled hearing something about the Mothfolk, that they tended to have a lot of siblings, although she wasn't sure how accurate it was. It had been a long time since she'd interacted with any of them, after all, and she knew well enough that interacting with one member of a species was not going to show her what they were all like.
Shawn
The mothfolk stood quietly for a long moment, allowing the two to fall into a period of quiet. She was giving the woman an opportunity to bow out from the conversation should she want to. This was perhaps not the easiest thing to determine, however, given that her own discomfort was not clear on her face. Her only motion was to slowly pull in her wings, the limbs rustling against each other with a sound something like the turning pages of a book as they folded. Her upper set of arms lifted to very slightly adjust her shawl. The garment was pushed back, now hanging partway over the furry sort of ruff just above her wings.

Now this woman was asking her a question. That was new. Maybe she was getting the hang of how conversations worked now. Both people had to ask questions for it to work. The mothfolk picked her pencil up once more, beginning to write again. She had no shortage of siblings, after all. They were something she had no trouble talking about.

*I have seven siblings, four are sisters. I am closer with two of them from my parent's brood before me. They are called Me'ret and Azai. I live with Azai.*

She folded the book in half at this, turning it allow Aria to read one page while she wrote on the other. Given the cluttering of the page with other phrases, she'd circled this one to allow for Aria to pick it out. Briefly, she wondered how well this woman would manage to pronounce their names. Their parents had done them a great service in making their names rather simple to sound out. On a second thought, she turned the book back to herself to add a little note.

Below the name "Azai", she drew an arrow pointing down to a short phrase.

*Uh-z-eye.*

Below the name "Me'ret" She drew a similar arrow to another phonetic phrase.

*May-rhet*

"Azai"

She then spoke. The word was recognizable, but in Vhun's voice, it was really more of a humming sound with an at tpitched-up lilt at the end of her tone.

"Me'ret."

This name was also almost a hum, with the 'r' and 't' both having a distinct click to them. She'd spoken these names for a reason, to demonstrate the purpose in writing them out phonetically. It wasn't that she thought Aria was stupid, but rather that she didn't think she'd be able to understand Vhun's own spoken words.
Eva
Aria listened to the sound of Vhun's wings as they folded over each other, tilting her head somewhat. An interesting sound for sure. Kind of like paper, wasn't it? How very curious. Part of her was curious as to what the wings felt like to the touch, a much larger part of her knew that it was likely very uncomfortable to be asked that question. Aria herself knew that she always hated it - although she could at least appreciate it over people that just touched her wings. Then again, it didn't bother her all that much, because people that did so, usually ended up getting smacked by them, deservedly so, she found.

Her eyes widened somewhat when reading the circled line on how many siblings Vhun had. *Seven?* Gods, Aria had barely survived having one sibling, but seven? She couldn't imagine what the chaos of that household must have been like. Somewhat related, she did note that Vhun seemed to be more interesting in talking to her when Aria actively engaged in conversation - not wholly unexpected.

Me'ret and Azai, eh? Aria wondered how one was supposed to pronounce those, and quickly found out that it was as if Vhun had read her mind. She furrowed her brow somewhat in concentration as she listened to the hums and clicks, vaguely being able to pick out the sounds she was looking for. It made sense that the names would be close to unpronounceable for her, with their species being so different. "Ah-z-hai," She tried. That didn't sound entirely right, and that other one seemed even more difficult to say aloud. "Actually, I feel it might be best for both out sanity if I do not attempt to pronounce them any further." The slight smile she gave indicated that she was joking, and Aria was hoping that Vhun would understand that.
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"May I ask, how did you survive with that many siblings?" Aria questioned. There were a lot of questions she could go for, and a lot of things she was curious about, but she decided to go to this one first. "Are Mothfolk homes that much bigger than the ones we have here?" She meant no offense, of course, she was just genuinely curious. A family dynamic like that was one that she struggled to understand, but she hoped to be able to. "If I had that many siblings in an average-sized home... We likely would have gone insane before long."
Shawn
The mothfolk's wings tensed further for a brief moment, the woman seeming to want them to take up as little space as possible. They then relaxed with the same rustling paper sound as the limbs settled into their resting position. The woman's lower arms folded across her belly in a somewhat protective gesture, upper arms having settled into holding her book. Her head slowly nodded as the woman made an attempt at pronouncing her sister's names. They really weren't that complex when it came down to it, and if she couldn't say them, it really did seem like it was a question of effort rather than of difficulty. Regardless, the woman made a 'so-so' gesture with one hand. 

She set back to writing. She'd be able to answer these questions with relative ease, at least. Perhaps she didn't know much of mothfolk aging. Few did. It wouldn't be that hard to avoid ratting herself out as being rather young at least. She was almost completely certain that this woman couldn't tell anything just by looking at her.

*My parents had two broods. My two sisters are from the one before mine. They are eight years older than I am. We reach maturity at about ten. I only had three others in my brood.*

It took Vhun another minute of thinking to answer the second part of her question. She genuinely wasn't sure. It hadn't felt like her home was all too big, given that Vhun herself had been passed onto her siblings in the interest of saving space. She gave her head a brief shake to accompany her words.

*No, not really. Our homes aren't that big. Not like any kind of estate or anything. I shared a room with my three brood-mates.*