Skuld opened her eyes to see if the woman was speaking to her; finding she was, she played to the end of the measure before answering. "Oh, I've always known how to do this." At least, she didn't remember having to learn.

Her hands had been bandaged, and had probably stopped bleeding a while ago, but moving her fingers that much had been starting to hurt. She put the recorder down in her lap and tried not to clutch it too tightly. "But my older sister taught me that song. She plays it all the time." On the radio, at least; they usually listened to music more than played it themselves, but she'd heard it enough to memorize the notes.

And there was a magic to music; she wanted to think that she'd played that particular song because Belldandy was listening to it, right then.