His expression softened at how awfully self-conscious the poor young lady seemed about herself. It always struck him as a shame to see such lovely people doubt themselves, or their capabilities. He was sure the young lady was simply being too hard on herself – not unlike many other slaves he had come to befriend in his lifetime. “It's not crazy at all.” Alcuin reassured her as he gave his slacks a quick tug at the knee before crouching down beside her. His smile was bright when he continued: “On the contrary, I have heard that plants grow much more quickly when exposed to music than not. Perhaps it was simply instinct?”
He glanced down curiously at the bulb secured snugly in the hole she'd dug. “What is it that you're planting, there?”