The tune coming from his fingers actually made her stumble briefly and stare, the worries she carried scattering like rabbits, then laugh ruefully as she sat down, tucking one leg beneath her.

"...Did I teach you that?" Nari asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose self-consciously. The rub turned into her covering half her face as the memory surfaced. "Of course I did. Oh, and I sang it, too, in the middle of the Herald's Rest. Fen'Harel em ghilana."

She lowered her hand enough to look at him over the top of it, eyes full of comedic regret, and then sighed and leaned back on her elbows to look at the colors in the darkening sky, the first hint of faint starlight in the east.

"Ah well. You can't trap what's already past the horizon." A smile. "And you play it very well."