of the wine-dark star-sea

The archeologist's eyes flashed with sorrow for only a moment. "In any other situation, I would never ask, you or anyone else. It would feel for me very medical. I'm not interested in fixing myself by becoming verbal." Her expression was calm now, as she simply explained the nuance of what she was asking to her best friend, who she knew accepted her unconditionally. The sentiment was also true in reverse. "I love Sign. I won't give that up, but I do want to give Elias something that he can treasure like I do when he signs with me. Something more than a sign name."
Which she had already decided on but had yet to use. She didn't want to until she was sure that she could fix what lay between them. It felt a little premature otherwise. By bestowing a sign name onto a hearing person, a Deaf person was accepting them into the greater culture, but also into their personal life in a very profound way. Efret didn't want to send mix signals again, and wanted to instead ensure that Elias knew she was inviting him into her life as more than friends or colleagues.
"I can use the Force to listen to you," she continued. "I'm going to close my eyes to focus better. Squeeze my hand if you need me to pay attention." With a nod, she closed her eyes.
Then, after a moment, she said, "Say his name."
The Force flooded into her ears, depositing ambient sounds of the swamp through her hearing nerves, malformed as they were: the gentle swishing of the wind through the tall, riparian grass; the periodic ripple of the otherwise still waters when a frog jumped for a buzzing insect; the rustle of Nirrah's feathers as she groomed herself; and, surely, Val's voice.