Kaya's hunkered down in her nest of sacks again, listening, sober and attentive. She's heard the song before; very softly, too softly to be heard, she's humming along.
Before the first verse is quite through, Azimar has lifted himself from the half-reclining position, eyes widening; by the end of the second, he's sitting very straight, leaning forward, his lips parted just slightly.
When Gaeta finishes singing, he lets out a long, low breath.
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Before the first verse is quite through, Azimar has lifted himself from the half-reclining position, eyes widening; by the end of the second, he's sitting very straight, leaning forward, his lips parted just slightly.
When Gaeta finishes singing, he lets out a long, low breath.