Lucio dipped his head when the girl said they didn't use songs of passing in Esterfell. Everybody had their own way of doing things, though more often then not people would have accepted the song. Even if just for their own peace of mind. As much as he loved singing, the songs of passing always sent chills down his spine. He did it for the peace of mind of the grieving more than anything as well. He personally didn't have a specific belief for the passing of the dead and was fine with any way people decided to do it. He'd only truly find out what was beyond when he died and not a moment before.

He was about to go elsewhere in the tavern, obviously not needed here for the moment, when the scantily clad elf girl came up to him and poked his nose. Her finger was rather cold, but after adrenaline and the heat of battle it felt nice. She expressed that she was glad he wasn't dead or badly hurt. "The same to you. It would be tragic to lose a companion before things truly began." He said with a smile. Her hands moved to his chest, causing him to wince as they touched the sensitive bruises there. As nice as some healing magic would have been, or whatever it was that she was talking about, there were people who needed it more. "I'm simply bruised, not broken. I can handle a little pain, why don't you save it for those who need it more." He said carefully, not entirely sure what it was.

"By the way, I never did get your name. I am Lucio Freedan, as you may know already, I'm a traveling bard." Though considering she may have never heard magic before, she may have not known what a bard was either. Ah well, he would just have to explain it to her. Though from a bard's point of view it was much different than from a normal person's. Normal people tended to find bards rather annoying at times.