[He hadn't meant at this moment. It was a suggestion, not a demand of a performance, and when she begins he starts to say something to slow, stall, or stop her. They had a deer to dress and a long walk back to the village. When she's started in earnest, though, he doesn't have the heart to speak.
It had been so long since he'd last heard her sing. It was no pure tone of a chanter of light, no sultry croon of a whore at the brothel, no rough edged cry of the boatswain. It was soft and clear and honest in a way that bid him still and listen.
When she was finished he blinked, the lyrics bittersweet and terribly suiting.]
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It had been so long since he'd last heard her sing. It was no pure tone of a chanter of light, no sultry croon of a whore at the brothel, no rough edged cry of the boatswain. It was soft and clear and honest in a way that bid him still and listen.
When she was finished he blinked, the lyrics bittersweet and terribly suiting.]
Beautiful as ever, Katniss.