[It's not a terrible suggestion by any means, and while she continues to hold onto Solomon's legs, a soft little hum begins to come from her. It's a familiar melody, her staple tune that he's oh so familiar with by now.
In a way it does work, as she focuses on the notes rather than the memories unfolding around them. The setting seems to change into something far calmer and much more palatable, at least for Solomon it might be. They're at the main headquarters of Cinq Flèches, in a room familiar to the both of them. It's a memory with no merit, but a bland and boring memory right now is far more preferable to the horrid ones she'd been having moments ago.]
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In a way it does work, as she focuses on the notes rather than the memories unfolding around them. The setting seems to change into something far calmer and much more palatable, at least for Solomon it might be. They're at the main headquarters of Cinq Flèches, in a room familiar to the both of them. It's a memory with no merit, but a bland and boring memory right now is far more preferable to the horrid ones she'd been having moments ago.]