He gives a little sound of agreement, as he accepted the Ocarina back, gloved fingers running over the holes. The long quiet that followed was the calm of a lake surface, more from depths of thoughts lingering under the surface, and content in it's placid state.

Soon, a ripple of sound comes out, something like a wistful sigh. "My goddaughter is a natural with an ocarina," The words came out, a little absent-mindedly.