((just a little something that popped into my head.  4.56 spoilers))

The harp hummed quietly under Karoiseka's fingers as she strummed a counterpoint to the melody she was gently picking out.  The stillness of the Dawn's Respite made every note carry to the furthest corner as she sat on the bed next to Thancred. All five Scions were here now, and she had been beckoned to leave for the First by the stranger between worlds.  She needed this last moment of peace with them, hoping and praying she would be reunited with them soon.

As wrapped up in her music as she was she didn't hear her yellow cloaked companion slip in to stand in the doorway and listen. The notes danced along the stings, a surprisingly hopeful melody to counterpoint the melancholy that permeated the Bard herself. 

"Raha taught you that, didn't he?" Krile's voice was softer than the notes that were dying in the air as Karo finished the song and looked up, clearly startled. Closing her gaping mouth, blue eyes wide, she nodded dumbfounded as the Lalafell giggled.  Karo hadn't heard G'raha Tia be called by name, muchless so informally since she last had done so before the doors of the Tower had separated them so many years ago.

"I knew him from when we were both Students," Krile explained as she walked over to the Miqo'te's side. "He was always talking about Allag and that thrice bedamned Tower" sighing she started checking on the other Scions as Karo mindlessly plucked at her strings. "However, he was also always humming that melody there wherever he went. Never heard it before, figured he had come up with it on his own with how much he loved to sing." She beamed up at the Bard before ducking her head again. "It was quite the surprise to hear you doing the same thing whenever you're deep in thought. Never had a chance to ask you about it before now though."

"He did teach it to me, what feels like a lifetime ago," Karo started with a wistful smile. "One of the many nights in-between our climb up the Tower." Her hands never stopped dancing along the strings blending harmonies. "I'm not sure how much you know of that timeframe, but, we had gotten quite close as friends before--" she cut herself off, her voice closing up, letting several long moments go by before she started to speak again. 

"I like playing for them, even if they can't hear," Karo whispered, changing the subject to one no less painful.  "I know they aren't there, but, I'd like to think that wherever they are they can still feel it, or maybe even wonder why a particular tune is coming to mind--maybe help lead them home." Krile's face crumpled with emotion at the Warrior of Light's confession, knowing full well the sentiment behind it.  A single tear fell down the Bard's cheek as she started to play another tune more earnestly, obviously trying to hold back her sadness.