"No!" Brows pinched, eyes bulging in faux panic. "Tell me it isn't true," Zoe fake sobbed biting down on intentionally trembled lips. "What could be so horrible," the goofy bard pleaded to know in a true Scarlet O'Hara style overdramatized gasp. Skilled hands fisted in the front of her best friend's shirt jerking tightly. "Tell me, 'Manda, please. I NEED to know!" A bird boned body flowed along with her companion's every gesture with practiced, fluid ease. Back arched deeply over the pianist's knee the sprite framed a platonically beloved face in hand. "No. Not that! Anything but that. If it costs your life I'd rather never know." Hazel orbs followed her own hand as it was carefully rest over Amanda's heart-and nothing else. "Even if I never know," she sniffled.