Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

The answer was not what he'd expected. It was something that felt as though it were much more precous than anything he had thought she might offer him. That wasn't to say that the detailings of her own musicalityin her youth would not have been priceless, but the words she'd shared felt as though they were of a raweness the girl did not usually express. It was just as he had said, the conversations Dante had with Lumiya always seemed to be the ones that kept him on his feet. 

The boy blinked his eyes open, gazing upon the other once again, quiet for several moments. He observed her expression carefully, his chest tightening at the emotion he thought he saw pooling behind her expression. He chose his next words carefully, though he put every ounce honesty he could into them. There is room for you, and your singing, now, the words were spoken quietly, full of conviction as he watched her. He hoped his eyes were doing that earnest thing his Innisfree packmates had sometimes told him they did- Dante had always wondered if they were jesting. He searched her face serveral moments more, brow furrowing softly before he took it upon himself this time to press a bit tighter against the other, murmuring lowly, I'm sorry you didn't have music where you're from. His words didn't carry a finality to them; as much as he hoped she would continue to share, the boy feared pressing her for too much delicate information all at once, and left it to Lumiya's discretion to continue or not. Nonetheless, his ears were perked and his eyes focused on her, ready for what she was or was not willing to share.