Aery, not knowing what to do at this outburst, put her arms around Celaena, pinning her arms in place lest she throw more books. "But I still love music. I'm the most favored guest at the Theater of Tragedies, because I cry at all the right parts. Of course, I mostly cry because the dancing is beautiful and I can't hear the music and that breaks my heart." But as she said it something felt... different. She could hear herself. It was very muffled, but she could hear herself. Perhaps her eardrums were finally healing, then.
At first she didn't even realize she'd started to sing, until the haunting melody finally echoed through her mind. It was an old poem, that she'd heard exactly once set to music, and instantly the melody had been ingrained into her mind. Her voice, while rough from lack of practice, was lovely, if a little high-pitched and breathy. She sang, spinning a tale of Faes and faeries and the magic that her uncle had tried to obliterate from the earth.
She didn't even notice the tears running down her cheeks.