"And never has anyone said such things." Seveline replied. "I have never been the beautiful girl you see me as in the eyes of anyone else. Even I have my flaws; but in truth when I have my doubts I end up thinking back to all the things you've said about me... at first I'd doubted your truthfulness, that you were just saying such things for the sake of flattering me. But I'm not the type of girl who takes kindly to flattery; hence the reason why I never responded the way you've wanted when you flirted. But now that I've figured out you mean nothing but truth with everything... I'm glad you think so highly of me, even when I don't think that of myself." She giggled a bit and smiled even more. "Sorry about the whole blood shot thing. I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't stand watching you suffer like that any longer. It hurts me to have you hurt. I'd rather have to put up with that physical pain than suffer the agony that my heart was in at how much you were suffering, Blane. I care too much about you to just sit here and let you go through that." Her blue eyes were glistening, and every word she spoke was completely truthful; she meant all of this from the bottom of her heart and soul, and would never take it back. It was her true feelings towards him, the thoughts she'd kept cooped up in the back of her mind. Given this freedom gave her the courage to admit to all of this out loud.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Lucretia tilted her head a bit at Cydrao's confusion. Had she done something that he hadn't understood? "You act as thought you don't think you've done anything to deserve a thank you." She murmured, then brushed the topic aside. "Yes, we will definitely figure something out." Her eyes lit with a bit of surprise as he mentioned her playing the violin, and after a moment she smiled and nodded. "Of course. Though I am no professional." She got to her feet and glanced around a bit, finally figuring out where he'd put the violin case. She took it by the handle and carried it back to the bed, setting the battered case on the blankets and undoing the latch. Her fingers delicately withdrew the violin and bow from inside, and Luce stepped back. Positioning her fingers over the strings and resting her chin against the end of the wood, she began to play.<br/><br/>The melody was quiet and melancholy, a somewhat haunting yet inspirational sound to it... sadness that in a way could bring peace. It was a lullaby that she had been taught as a child, and as she'd grown older she had taught herself to play it on her violin as well. The notes flowed into one another in perfect harmony, and the girl's eyes fluttered closed; even with all of this change happening to her, all of this pain and confusion, she seemed happy when she was playing her violin. It was as if the music eased away her sorrow and let her heal as she could never have done on her own.