"That is...quite sad," she responds, not quite sure how else to respond at first. "Not only to lose your daughter so soon, but also to hear of your lost friends. Were I among my kind, I would say to await their return from the Halls of Mandos, but despite my long years, I still do not know what happens to you Edain."

The instrument also catches her attention. She's seen its kind a lot since arriving here, and it strikes her as a very pleasant one. Perhaps something for herself to learn. Her gaze moves back to the singer himself, and she decides to share a bit more of her own thoughts.

"My granddaughter is lost to me as well. She chose love, and love meant mortality." With a sigh, she sits down beside him, taking care not to disturb his instrument. "Perhaps she will live for another few centuries, but time will claim her, and her destiny is beyond my knowledge."