[She doesn't laugh but he still thinks that's a win. As long as she's comfortable, and at ease about his state, he's done his job. Allowing himself to just settle for a while — a feat, for Zagreus, his own nature and his shadow both skittish and doing the 'restless' monicker justice — and listen, he finds the song slipping along his skin and linger at the base of the back of his skull, like a supporting hand, allowing him to relax. The tone is beautiful, and his hand eases for a second at the flow of it to go back to cleaning Hibiki's wounds.]

That was beautiful, thank you. I do feel much better. Could you lift here for me? [He taps gently at her chin, just wishing to clean the dirt and dried blood that pooled there. Most of her issues are bruises, not blood.] What does this do, anyway? Aside from cleaning the dirt, I mean.