03 | Voice | Backdated to the evening of the 10th

[healplz]

Bariyan is dead.

[ Someone is having difficulties sounding his usual calm and measured today! This comes out sounding pretty forced. ]

I tried to — I'm sorry. I could do nothing for him, and... and perhaps the Initiative, as they've done for others, will return him. I couldn't— 

[ a pause. ]

I'm sorry.

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[allsongs]

[she smiles a little. what she wants is rather irrelevant for him – should be. but being offered?]

I will stay.

[healplz]

[ He returns the smile, small and hesitant. ]

Thank you.

[allsongs]

[her own warms, pleased by the reception. take and take.

and give a little, in good time. settling into the scene, understanding a little better, she can respond. a song of grief and comfort. child. man. dead. from what she's gleaned, it seems most appropriate. criminals and innocent men alike can resonate with it.

long and low, but warm, like an understanding, sturdy embrace. there's not much by way of acoustics in the room, but she can make do.]

[healplz]

[ He leans back in his chair to listen, head tipping back against the wall behind him and eyes closing. It's... soothing. It seems more encompassing than the music of his world, even the music the bards lace with magic.

He's silent and unmoving as he listens, perfectly content to sit just as he is all day, if that's how long she sings. ]