Granyl enjoyed the mixed sound of his flute and her humming, finishing the song awhile after the TImberwolves had given up. As he lowered his flute, he focused on Midnight, glad to see he was able to help her. "I'm happy to see you're okay." He said, calmly observing the dark home around him, as well as it's owner. Her markings made her easier to spot when she wasn't dressed up, and he still didn't want to believe other ponies had been shunning her due to her appearance. He hoped to be an example that not everypony would treat her poorly. The thought of ponies doing so was horrible, he almost couldn't believe this town would do such a thing as make her feel the way she did, though it was obviously true.