What a strange and unexpected boon to come from something that was so painful for a time. To have a way to overcome something you struggle with is always welcome, but this is the most unique way she's heard of it coming to pass. She's not ready to see the siren again today, but she's grateful to know he's found peace with it. Having known about it since the finder outed him about it, she's been curious. It never felt like something she could ask about until today.

"I can't imagine what that's like," she admits with a squeeze of his hand. "For all the things we share, I've never felt trapped the way you have." By his body when he was young, by the crown he wears in his world, by the extra limitations the city puts on him. She chose to tie herself down and stay that way in Ragneux, the same way she chooses to toe the line here with only a few violent moments to sate that need to give back some of what they get. He struggles to speak in ways she never has, too, and the siren frees him from all of it. Temporarily, but if it's enough to ease his mind and worries for a time, isn't that enough?

"When you share your thoughts as the siren... is it always in song?" The way it was a year ago on the very beach they're slowly leaving behind?