Phoebe picks up her violin, but puts it down after a few bars. 'I'm not in the mood for music,' she says. 'I feel like sitting by the zee for a while.' She doesn't invite you to join her.
[…] She strikes up a lively tune, something that brings to mind bonfires on an autumn evening back on the Surface. 'It's a traditional courtship dance,' she tells you […]. 'Something from my past.' She smiles and wrinkles her nose. […]
