She allowed the silence to settle around them for a moment and then, heedless of his advice, she allowed her fingers to slide through the air, conducting the first notes of a distantly familiar song. It was a sound from another world, another life, long forgotten by any save the few who had lived it, at once sweet and melancholy, as most memories were for those who had existed as long as they had.
The playing seemed effortless save for the soft undulations of her hands as they guided the sound. Still watching his features, she tilted her head in sympathy as she noted the rare emotion there in his eye. "You seem tired, Kennet."