Peter smiled. "Good. A voice like yours, people deserve to hear. It's something utterly beautiful." He blushed a little, looking at the ground. "It could save lives."
Odette had given him her ability, to sing and soothe, wordless melodies that could heal the heart and soul. But this woman, Magdelene, she had it naturally. Music was a balm, even in the worst of times.
Mag. The diminutive struck him as familiar, and as she went on, he quickly realized where he'd learned it. "Mag... You're a friend of Evey. And Carlos." The names brought an unbidden smile to his lips. His friends. They hadn't so much as mentioned her as thought fondly of her, which was how Peter had gleaned the name. But the name was all he'd gotten - he tried very hard not to pry on the thoughts of his friends.