A faint flush creeps up the back of Mira's neck - he's still not quite used to someone being so openly interested in what he's doing.

"Sing, a song of dawn/dawn, the day reborn.../breathe deep of the dawn before this storm.../this hearth, this home..."

His voice is clear and soft, but much more sure than it had been before, and he keeps his eyes on Valen to see how he responds to this, a song from over the sea.