Sindra watched his hands, mostly, that was as far as she would lift her gaze. There were some people that she could only stare at their feet, their lives were so full of tumult that they would blind her. Li Saverio had fingers that trailed threads of smoke; there had been men like that in Myr, players of the game.
"Yes, this o- I can read and write the Valyrian of the Free Cities." Caivano had taught her as much, so that she would understand the significance of the words on old maps and in old books. Before that, it was her Myrish owners who taught her the letters; the two dialects were not that different.