Truly? You cannot know how incredibly glad it makes me to hear you say such a thing. It is a pure elation within my heart itself, uplifted.

[And surely the relief on his face speaks to that as well. He sighs, and offers up his hand, hoping to gain hers in return, to grasp it in his even if through the barrier of both their gloves. The tune is a dreamy one, soft and far away, and yet he hears it clearly. It seems to coincide with the beating of his heart, or perhaps the music directly controls his heartbeat. It lives in his blood, moving through his entire body to the gentle pluck of strings, from the centre that music has overtaken.]