[ It's almost saddening when the piece ends, as the melody had filled the room quite beautifully, despite it's melancholic tone. With a pleased hum, William slowly opens his eyes, for as he'd played, knowledge of the tune had floated back to him and he no longer needed the guide before him. He peers down at his violin, quite pleased with himself for such a performance after he'd gone so long with out playing. Finally he looks up to Grell to gauge her opinion on it and is met with her gentle smile. It somehow resonates with him and he faintest one graces his face, as well. ]
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