"Stay." It was out of her mouth before Maryanne even realized what she was asking. Or maybe pleading was a better word. She didn't dare analyze why. Not then, the thought of breaking out in song just then plagued her. Not enough to ask him to go.
What she couldn't resist was the urge to close her eyes and simply nuzzle her cheek against his fingers. "Thank you." Though which she was thanking him for was unclear. The fact that he'd come down in her distress, that he'd whiped away tears, or the simple fact that he'd liked her voice.