Wes must know how it felt to see a young one out there alone, without the skills to cope with their power and those around them who would tempt the darkest parts of that very power. "I am sorry I did not ask of your friend's well being first, forgive me my blindness," she sighed, moving away from the window.
"She is very good," she smiled, looking to the stereo. "There's few things I enjoy more in the world than someone who can make music with their own voice. Before I came upon this endeavor five years ago, I wanted to be onstage myself. But those who cannot do, teach, I suppose."