He is seemingly absorbed in the music, in the act of playing, but he glances up again as she stirs.
He says nothing, not yet. His fingers continue to move across the strings with ease, sending forth sound.
It is not overly loud, although he could fill the room if he so chose. Instead, he has kept it low and somehow almost private, constrained to the immediate area, rather than a performance for an audience other than this.
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Date: 2020-09-02 01:04 pm (UTC)He says nothing, not yet. His fingers continue to move across the strings with ease, sending forth sound.
It is not overly loud, although he could fill the room if he so chose. Instead, he has kept it low and somehow almost private, constrained to the immediate area, rather than a performance for an audience other than this.