Are you studying to be a bard? [She sits up a little. Morose as she feels, Kazuki's been kind company always. And to think, a few days ago she'd been scared to catch his eye again. That party might as well have happened to someone else, a hundred years ago.] I think that's wonderful that you're able to play. Everyone needs music. And maybe studying something is good for your mind, in times like this.
...You could say that, yeah. [ bard seems like a weird word, but sure. if that's how she understands it. ] I want to be a pro guitarist, and I'm already part of the way there. It's just a matter of getting the formal education in... but it doesn't feel like studying, you know?
[ he'd been politely keeping his eyes on the turned away in case rosamund didn't want to be perceived, but now he looks up. ]
You could probably ask the senior crew for one, if you want. Maybe not today, but... you know.
When it's enjoyable, yes, it hardly seems like studying at all.
[She smiles at the suggestion, but makes no other response to it. She doesn't want to talk to the senior crew right now, even for such a petty favour as an instrument. A wisp of unease drifts off her, but she's desperate to find purchase in more pleasant things.]
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[Much preferable to Pinocchio on the harp, but that would soothe her for a different reason.]
You're very talented.
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...Thanks. I still have a lot to learn, but it's... been a hard weekend, so I've been playing more.
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[She waits a beat.]
If I had a harp I could do accompaniment.
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[ he'd been politely keeping his eyes on the turned away in case rosamund didn't want to be perceived, but now he looks up. ]
You could probably ask the senior crew for one, if you want. Maybe not today, but... you know.
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[She smiles at the suggestion, but makes no other response to it. She doesn't want to talk to the senior crew right now, even for such a petty favour as an instrument. A wisp of unease drifts off her, but she's desperate to find purchase in more pleasant things.]
Can you teach me a little?
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[ there's a concerned glance at that feeling, but you know what. he understands wanting a nice distraction. ]
How to play guitar? [ ... ] Sure, if you want.
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[She draws herself out of the chair she'd nestled into, sitting at his side instead with her hands out.]
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Have you played guitar before, or just the harp?