[ Quieting down, Mari shuts her eyes and listens to Anna's song-- a familiar classic that she too enjoys very much. She is only listening to her voice, avoiding making her anxious by looking directly at her. She hums at first but then sways along to her voice and draws herself into it in harmony: ]
Au clair de la lun~ On n'y voit qu'un peu~ On chercha la plum~ On chercha du feu...~
im still laughing over well rounded
Au clair de la lun~ On n'y voit qu'un peu~ On chercha la plum~ On chercha du feu...~