Lorraine smiled as the strength at her core that gave her such a voice seemed to relax back into the mild-mannered soul she had shown herself to be so far. No more or less beautiful than a dozen other ladies. There was something else radiating from Fiona now. Determination? Though that was not quite the word. But guidance fell in-line with the response that Lorraine felt to Fiona's words, "You are the most talented songbird I've ever had the pleasure to hear Lady, will you come sit near me? I can play still, soft sounds to sooth, while you speak of what you seek, of how I can help you shed that sorrow that lingered in your song."<br/><br/>Her hand was outstretched again, elegant and fine. Entreating and beckoning. Lorraine only paused a moment before she bowed her head to the whore's request. She retrieved the glass of tea she'd hardly partaken of and moved to the seat Fiona had indicated. "You play divinely, Miss Fiona, and I'm flattered by your praise. Singing has always been one thing I've felt no insecurities about. A sanctuary of sorts," she settled in the seat as she spoke, her brown eyes on Fiona's again.<em>'I think I have come to the right place after all.'</em>Perhaps singing alone was not enough to lighten her burden, but to share it through voice.. It was the most true way that Lorraine could have explained her motivations to Fiona. Speaking of them might not be as difficult now.