Mono’s attention perked up a little as Rhy shared his idea. It might just work, or at least make it easier for the man to help find something similar to what the child was thinking when he started looking at the music boxes. Standing a little straighter, he peered at the collection thoughtfully. “I could do that. I dunno why, but I remember what it sounds like better than other things.” Probably because it felt important where he’d heard it when he first met his friend.

Mono started to hum a few small notes, a bit uncertain at first where he wasn’t really used to it. Still, he felt like he got the hang of it and the tone steadied a bit. Pulling the memory of the soft, slow melody from his mind. Once he thought that probably was enough, he fell silent and tilted his head at Rhy expectantly. “Was that okay?”