[ She does so - singing, that is - but it's a hummed melody rather than an actual song. She knows which tunes to pick, which emotions to evoke, all done with a natural flow to the bird of flame that cannot be equalled. She wraps her arms around Paderau's shoulders, half-hiding her face on that mane of red hair.
It's a soothing song, of love and of strength and of courage - time will heal all wounds, it Speaks, and people were granted with the gift of forgiveness and they will use it. It's to wash away sadness and guilt and any drop of darkness that might have been in that beautiful, warm heart of the warden. ]
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It's a soothing song, of love and of strength and of courage - time will heal all wounds, it Speaks, and people were granted with the gift of forgiveness and they will use it. It's to wash away sadness and guilt and any drop of darkness that might have been in that beautiful, warm heart of the warden. ]