Little Rahne smiled and listening, looking up at him from where her chin was perched on his arm. She resolved not to fall asleep, and it took every ounce of stubbornness in her to stay awake. She hummed along a little even though she didn't know the song. She tapped a rhythm with her fingers on his hand, not matching the song at all.
When he was finished, she tried to sing the last line after him. "That was pretty," she said.