"Hello." He says, in a voice a little scratched up from a ravaged throat. And since Your singing was beautiful and the fine silver dust and early evening sunlight made you look so ethereal I wasn't sure if i'd just been given another dose of painkillers is the kind of thing a creepy weirdo would say (and he's only the latter), Liir follows up with: "Do you want help?" Pause. "And what...does the song mean?" He regretted making her self conscious with that second question but he had to know.