Felih smiles and grins up at him when G'raha refuses to yield and be knocked over, before properly sitting up again, though he does settle close so he can watch the way his fingers move across the strings of the harp. "I agree- song should be shared, spread," he encourages, before his ears perk up, ready to listen.

"Go ahead- it's always a treat to hear your voice, after all," he chirps, tail swaying contentedly behind him as he gives his friend his attention. "Besides, there's something intriguing about new songs, especially ones passed down through time."