More chatter followed her greeting, along with a few admiring “ooohs.” One young girl in the crowd exclaimed, “Such a beautiful voice! Do you sing?” Silhara blanched. Martise tried not to laugh at his horrified expression. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t sing well at all.” A round of disappointed protests echoed from the crowd, and Silhara gave an audible sigh of relief. He grinned at the indignant frown she shot him.
