Feeling the warm lips on her cheek, Melody blinked and a hand reached up to touch her face once the woman had left. Physical contact was something that was still foreign to her. For a second, her eyes turned a lime green returned to blue right after in a flash. She shook her head and held the blanket close to her as if protecting herself. Except that what she felt threatened by was coming from within.<br/><br/>As she continued to stroke her hair slowly, Melody didn't want to sleep. She was scared to go to sleep. Looking out a window, she stared at the glowing orb as if they were in a staring contest. Pulling her eyes away, she took her flute from her belongings and began to play a slow song. It was sorrowful yet relaxing, growing to become powerful without being overwhelming.