A: No. It's weird, but not rule-breaking.
Raf’s mouth went dry. She used that new sound—raf—because no other word fit. It was their backyard language, a mix of dare and love, a private braid of syllables they’d invented at seven and never untangled. Saying raf made everything smaller, safer, the kind of thing you could throw like a pebble into a pond and watch ripple away. i raf you big sister is a witch
