"Beyond the window, in the garden below," Mag breathed in reply. Her eyes did not move from Erik's, not even to turn to check on the girl's well-being. That would matter in a moment, but not this moment. This moment was beginning to drown all of them, and they would need to swim against the churning tide in order to survive it lest they all succumb to the weight and drown.
Mag did flinch when the gloved hand sliced through the air. It was a gesture that commanded silence, re-direction. Her shoulders squared and her gaze returned to Erik's, sharp.
"I need only moments to decipher the notes." Mag had been singing long before her sight had been gifted to her. Her ear for music had grown exponentially, and the sight offered a new angle to completing a piece.