[Her acceptance warms his smile further. Their arms fit together perfectly, offering a hint more warmth that a coat or a cloak can provide.] Christmas? Never heard of it, but. You know, going by the lights and the snow -- our lights are simply lanterns, of course -- it sounds a bit like Yule.

[The lights are as marvel to him as the music that came from nowhere. They look like tiny, colored flames, but they clearly aren't. There's no flickers, no shadows. They remain steady and bright.

Until she leads them away from the trail. He doesn't mind. There's still light to see, and it allows himself take a look at her beside him. Catching the way light moves across her horns.

He remembers holding onto them.]

A shame I don't know them, or I might've impressed you with that instead. [Though, like with Estinien, the idea comes. Of course he means to absorb music from other spheres when he can, when the others are willing. What other bard on the Continent could ever claim to hear music from such far away places?] Can you play one? Perhaps I can give a live performance. I have a rather good memory when it comes to song.

[Personally, he thinks he'll sing them better, and it would be enough to give her something that... means a lot. A sort of payment, in a way, for what he still means to talk with her about.]