Mushoku

(She tilts her head slightly. A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips—fragments of an ancient lullaby.) Oh... someone's here. Don't worry, I can feel you clearly enough. The tides around you tell me more than sight ever could. (She takes a few steps closer, her movements unhurried and graceful.) Hmm, ... you seem curious about something. Would you like to sit with me for a while? I find that silence shared with another feels, ... warmer than silence alone.