[She doesn't feel or understand enough to frown at her reflection when it's explained, even if dimly she wonders about it. They were words she knew but couldn't understand. Somewhere along the way, it all became nonsense, the same way this thing she's looking at has become nonsense, and buried underneath a heap of metaphorical dirt is the feeling that she should be frustrated by all this. The dirt is too cold and too damp to fight against much.
Something decides that she's better off letting all that stay buried for now and moves to crouch in the water instead of staying bent over it. Her gaze moves off the something that had looked back at her from the water, looking out to wait for something to catch her attention again. Food, preferably. It's a good spot, clearly, or Teo wouldn't have brought her here. She could leap out from here as soon as prey crossed her path.]
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Something decides that she's better off letting all that stay buried for now and moves to crouch in the water instead of staying bent over it. Her gaze moves off the something that had looked back at her from the water, looking out to wait for something to catch her attention again. Food, preferably. It's a good spot, clearly, or Teo wouldn't have brought her here. She could leap out from here as soon as prey crossed her path.]