Being touched made her tense, holding still to keep from attacking an ally. "Music is not something I am vested in, and I would argue the angry noise in your den is music." She humored him and waited, listening. There was something about the song, about having to live eons and eons that did strike true. "I don't know of this Shangri-la or Kashmir. And the elder race was not gentle at all, but the long-life, I suppose..."