Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She tried again, brows drawing down, as her fingers tapped at her throat. When nothing came out again, she slumped into the pillow, heedless of the fact that she was still half draped over Isaac. After a moment she flopped over into Derek’s chest, staring up with a woebegone expression.
Derek watched but nothing else came out. He let her flop onto him, Isaac scooted up behind her and one hand gently on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay,” he assured, one hand stroking her hair gently. “It happened once. Maybe it’ll come back again.”
She put her hands up to her face and blew a raspberry, one of the few noises she could still make easily. She didn’t even know why she couldn’t speak, just that any sound involving her vocal cords just … didn’t happen.
Just to be really irritating, because she was put out by the way her good morning mood had been ruined, she blew a raspberry on Isaac’s back, and then Derek’s stomach. Then she flounced out of the bed.