I could sing you something acapella, though the song that comes to mind first is definitely more of the melancholy kind.

[It's been some time, but she still remembers standing in the waters of Ragna, watching the body of a comrade be passed back to the waves to be reborn as the glowing jellyfish that dot those waters. Singing a final farewell of sorts to someone who had chosen to return to a place he knew likely meant death.

Her expression doesn't change much, but for a slightly nostalgic air creeping into it.] Of course, I practice in my room every day as well, so perhaps I should leave my door open sometimes.