Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

they - he? - yes, he -- funny, delight doesn't meet a lot of guys like him -- he looks rather sheepish and the morwinyon feels momentarily bad for disrupting his weird singing. he glances away, his own face turning embarrassed, a frown gathered in the corner of his mouth. 

"nah," delight answers, "i was just, uh, curious. you've got a nice voice." actually, he has no idea if the stranger does or not, he's not got an ear for that sort of thing -- but it seems like the right thing to say to smooth things over. worried that his awkward intrusion will chase the boy away (god he does not want to be alone right now) delight clears his throat, taking a seat. "i'm delight," he introduces, "sorry for, uminterrupting you."