No, she couldn't see his shade of embarrassment on his face, which was just as well as she would have probably turned a very similar shade for making him embarrassed in the first place.

"Waiting to see," she questioned as she leaned her cane against the piano and used her hands to find the bench. "May I ask why?" The woman settled on the bench next to him, obviously not bothered by his nearness. Granted, she was used to people being close enough to touch her almost all the time, so why sharing a piano bench with someone would bother her was questionable.

Her hands had healed significantly since earlier in the month so the bandages were no longer required, so though she was technically holding a conversation, she started out playing a scale on the keys. Apparently, his presence was going to keep her from practicing. She was surprised to hear that he was using a cane. They used them in different ways but the same basic need which was to get around. "You were hurt?" She hadn't really spent any time with him, so she hadn't heard his great war story of taking on the harpies to save the life of his precious Sweeney.