Claire nearly dropped her fork when the music she had mostly ignored took a new turn. She felt a little...different. Restless? Not possible...she just spend a night in an alley, sleep hadn't been good. The same clenching feeling was clasping her chest. Magic? Was it the musician? She gave a searching look for the sound. Through the smoke, the many moving bodies and other obstructions, they barely caught the man thrashing about. Interesting, annoying, angering. A shaky sigh left the small woman. As if to calm her, her winged partner began to speak once more. Sharing pieces of her past and who she was. In turn, the third party of the trio gave her piece. A bit more to the point, a bit less informative. Not so jumpy anymore apparently? "...I'm afraid I have to agree with her Historia dear...Sometimes your past is to be...retained." She thought for a moment. "Though It doesn't seem you have anything to hide, which is quite..." She searched for a word. "Magical..." she decided. Her voice trailed off at that last word. Her tone was, sad, almost, but perhaps more so it seemed to be...longing. Perhaps envious. She tried to give a smile to accompany the word, but it didn't really find it's way out. "Thank you for sharing." She added softly. "Both of you..." She realized she had hardly addressed the other girl. Perhaps she should be making some effort to do so...