[color=D6CC88]When Geoffrey knocked upon the door, Amuné glanced at it, but she didn’t get up.  The suggestion of music was met with silence, but when he returned the door swung open just enough to admit him and a disheveled head poked out.  The girl didn’t smile, her red eyes and damp cheeks making it obvious she’d been crying.  She stepped aside wordlessly and shut the door behind him, then went across the room and climbed back into the bed.  Wyth rested his head on the covers next to her, blinking lazily as she scratched behind his ears.

Amuné made no effort to say anything, just lying quietly.  If Geoffrey wanted to play music, that’d be fine, but she was still upset, even gloomy.  Her world had been shattered, and every time something seemed to get better something else fell apart.  Would she ever be able to put everything back together?  It really didn’t feel possible just then.  And thinking about it, it seemed like she’d help make things worse too.

After a song or two, she finally mustered the energy to speak.  "D'you know...the Ballad of Ladybird?  Or...um...Cat and Mouse?"  She had no idea if the latter was even playable on flute, but she'd heard a variant of the former done as a flute and harp duet.  It seemed the child was actually paying attention to him now, instead of just sorta sharing a space.[/color]