[Xingchen still feels embarrassed, but if the doctor doesn't mind, then he'll let it go. He listens, curious about what this means of reading is for the blind. It sounds strange and entirely foreign in ways he's never imagined before, but he also can't help but rub one of his thumbs over the pads of his other fingers, though the only thing to read there are slight striations. Fingerprints he knows exist, though nothing he can actually visualize or replicate.]
...I see. I suppose it would be too much to ask if you know of anyone here who could teach me such a language.
[How quickly would he even be able to pick it up? He's only spoken his mother tongue his entire life. There's never been a need to learn anything else.]
I'm doing better now, it's all good
...I see. I suppose it would be too much to ask if you know of anyone here who could teach me such a language.
[How quickly would he even be able to pick it up? He's only spoken his mother tongue his entire life. There's never been a need to learn anything else.]