"It's not for the clan. It's not for anybody except those I feel won't hate it. And that's because I... I have heard beautiful singers, and I could never be one of them." Suddenly her feet start moving before her mind can catch up and she's standing alongside the bed instead of at the foot.

"Whatever you'd like, Felix. A song, a story. Both? I would do a terribly silly dance for you or find someone to throw pies at if you only ask for it."