"She sings, you know?" The words were hushed, barely audible over the water running. Fang quirked a brow, her hand slowing down on the plate she was scrubbing on. She smirked then, shaking her head, tresses moving out of viridian orbs.

"I doubt that." She simply said, continuing her scrubbing. Blowing some more of her hair out of her eyes, she perked up again when the younger farron began speaking.

"She does. When she's happy, comfortable with her life. She used to sing all the time." She said, recalling the memories of her big sister singing, silken notes filling the hallways. She always had a pretty voice, whether she was singing or not. Fang seemed to be lost in her thoughts, staring at the younger Farron, bewildered. Maybe she did sing- if so, was she not happy? Of course she was happy, right? She always smiled around her, and on rare occasions, she would even laugh. "She used to sing what our mother sang to us when we couldn't sleep." Fang frowned, scrubbing at the plate some more.

"I don't believe you." She said, tone playful. Serah just smiled. Then she splashed Fang with the water. Fang laughed and splashed her back, and by the time they were done, they had a whole other mess to clean up.

Appendages curled outwards, body sprawled across the mattress, the soft hum of the shower running echoing through her bedroom. Fang was sleepy, content, but feeling the empty spot next to her made her slightly sad, even though she knew she was just in the shower. She stretched further, like a cat, laying on her stomach and looking at the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out.

Viridian eyes widened at her voice.

She had never heard something so pure, so innocent and ethereal. It reminded her of when she was on Pulse. It was like she was truly home again. The only thing that was running through her mind, though, was how lucky she was to have met this... goddess. She would go into a crystal stasis for a thousand years and over again if it meant she had to be with her. She sat up, eyes locked on the door, refusing to rove her eyes away even for a second. It was like silk, a feeling that sent her into a trance, digits curling into the sheets as she... listened. An angel, hidden by a wall of hidden emotions. She could feel the emotion tearing into her voice, she was happy, yet there was a sad, underlying tone to her voice.

She had stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body, another towel in her hand ruffling out pink tresses. She was still humming, attention attracted to the closet for her clothes. Fang was just sitting there, an awed expression on her face. Lightning had looked over to her, all singing had stopped- and she looked at her. A very visible tint of crimson sprawled across her cheeks. "Did you-"

Fang pulled her gently, kissing her knuckles, her fingertips.

"You're perfect."