[Leaning back against the wall of the tub, he glances down at her legs.]

It would be most fortuitous if they do.

[First Dohalim, and now Marcille—if nothing else, he would love a music room or some sort of addition that will allow him to witness their respective talents. Marcille is passionate and exuberant, so he can only imagine the vigor with which she must move.]

Now then . . . I understand that you hold your friend, Falin, in high regard. Would you be able to tell me more about the sprite jars each of you created?