"Okay," she says cheerfully. Or, she thinks, she can always ask Daine to help. "It's a deal, then." She's looking forward to it. She can't wait to hear more of his music - and, a bit more nervously, to see his patterns. She wonders if she should warn him, but... then he might not want to meet her in person, and that would be so sad. She can deal with it when it happens, surely. It'll be all right.

She realizes her fingers have begun to fidget nervously with the blanket, and she steadies them carefully. Time to be still. The music helped so much with that.

"Can you sing some more?" she asks a bit shyly.