Her fingers plucked ever so slightly at the harp at Lorraine's question, the melody of the song filling the air as her fingers worked their magic with the instrument, her own voice soft as she crooned the notes in her own sultry sweet voice. It was her answer, a smile on her lips. "I know that song well Lady, and a beautiful choice. Will my harp coax from you your song then?" She laughed again, that bright easy sound, something that seemed to put the Lady Stanbury at ease, laughter was easy enough coin to accomplish that until the other woman wanted to actually speak of why she had come here.<br/><br/><em>"Gentle whisper....little bird, little lark<br/>do you feel the spring come anon<br/>soar, soar for me, even in the dark<br/>for with spring comes love's dawn...."</em><br/><br/>Fiona's voice was soft, for singing was not a skill she had in abundance; that was not to say it was horrible, but clearly a voice meant for more intimate crooning of songs then something that would be thought glorious and celebratory. She trailed off though, eyes on Lorraine, waiting for her to pick up where she had left off, her fingers plucking the notes and letting the harp fill the room with its beautiful sounds. "Sing for me Lady Lorraine..." She spoke softly, encouraging.