[ It's a little hard to keep up the humming, between the dancing and the fact that a little grin keeps threatening to break out on Orpheus's face as he and Maya do a slow loop around the bench, tapping out a rhythm against the paved path of the garden. It feels good to do this, right somehow, and he doesn't know if Mumble can see it, and he doesn't know if the offering he gave earlier meant anything, but it feels like some of the weight has been lifted off of him, however small.

When they come to a stop back where they started, he lets himself grin at Maya, and takes a shallow bow. ]

You pick these things up really fast! [ he says, eyes alight. ] We should do this again, when we can actually get someone to play the music for us.