"I do," she said, grinning at him. "Since I was little. It was probably the only time my parents could keep me inside and from climbing a tree. My mother really didn't like that." She placed her fingers over the ivory keys and plucked a little tune. "But this, this was a different kind of freedom from the outside. I could be in a small room like this, but not even notice. Every time I played something, I let myself drift and go wherever the music went." Before, she would have felt ridiculous telling any other person. But Rabastan seemed different; he would understand.
"Would you like to hear something?" she asked, knowing exactly what to play.