Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

He had not expected the philisophical words, and he was, in a way, stunned into silence by it. He bowed his head to her, and he indeed hoped so. "I hope we do...you have a good singing voice, and I hope to one day hear it again" he said. He waited a bit more, hoping to hear one last time before leaving. Then he turned away, going off again. But not without giving her one last glance, then giving a charmed wink.