“Sorry. I have overly developed senses,” she said, not sounding apologetic in the least. “It helps with the music, but you already know that.” “What do I know?” I asked. Her eyes narrowed, and then she laughed softly. “That’s why I didn’t notice until you played. It’s all there, though. I can hear it singing in its sleep.” It took effort to force a response. I only managed a single word. “What?” Her answering smile terrified me.
