It was strange to not have any words, but Matilda found herself making an odd sound as she attempted to formulate a response. Even though she was sitting right in front of it, the piano was the last thing she thought Evan would speak about. Did she play? Yes, any proper young woman did, and she nodded slowly, twisting her body as her hands rose to the keys. What did she even know how to play? Lullabies for Johnathan, really, and she only did that when John wasn't anywhere within earshot.
She took in a breath through her nose and began a version of "Ode to Joy" she'd learned a long time ago. It was quiet and pretty, something that the silence of the house seemed to need. Matilda didn't know if this is what Evan needed, but he seemed intent on speaking about the piano so...she'd play. It couldn't do much harm, could it? Whatever as on his mind, did not feel like it could be fixed with a simple bit of piano playing, but she had found him sitting there, so...
Matilda silently wished that she knew what to do. She was terribly good at listening to people because she loved to absorb every last detail of everything, but actually giving advice and helping was not her forte. No, that was Mackenzie, but Mackenzie had abandoned them all for her mudbloods. Even if Evan managed to somehow look past that, Matilda could not, and she wanted to be the one that helped him because she was the friend who chose her initial loyalties over everything else.
She finished with little flourish and dropped her hands to her lap. "Johnathan stops crying when I begin to play." Usually.
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