That's an awfully nice thing to say, isn't it? The blush turns more pleased, and a tiny smile touches her lips as she takes his hand. Her grip is firm and confident. "Sister Mercy of the Spring Tide, Mr. Chris. Ain't right just standing aside, but I reckon a body ought to be paying more attention afore jumping into the middle of something. I was just..." She can't help a yawn. "Sleeping's been hard... or too much lately. Can't say which it is.

"Don't suppose you're hearing that-that peculiar music? Think someone must be playing nearby."