We have a couple of instruments that get... close, in the same way a moon is close to the planet. [ Lettie says it absently, without looking away from the device at first, then finally lifts her head to look at the person talking to her.

A sensible person would notice the dagger and rapier, and in some way, Lettie does notice them, but her attention is immediately grabbed by the lyre. She doesn't recognize what Fish is, but instruments are instruments, and to a musician, nothing is better. Her green eyes widen with delight, lips parting with a slight gasp. ] Another musician! How wonderful. I wasn't actually expecting to find someone here who knew the difference between a lyre and a lute.

[ As she speaks, she bends down to lift the lute that had been at her feet, partially hidden by her robes. It's a golden, shimmering instrument, well-maintained, and she slings the strap over her shoulder. ] I am very curious about the instruments that could produce such a song, honestly.