Morgan's head turned just slightly to the side, the sound of his footsteps drawing his attention before he showed himself at the end of the hall. He continued to play, unbothered, the throaty hum and twang of strings reverberating in the closed space alongside their echoes in the Force. He turned another page.
It was only when Emryc spoke up that he turned slowly to look at him. The other man smelled of of sweat and fighting, though without the scents of iron and death that usually accompanied it. It drew Morgan's attention more than his voice, eyes narrowing slightly along with a brief flaring of the nostrils, but that wasn't something he needed to hear.
A smile crossed his face for a moment, just a little one that tugged at the corner of his lips before they parted.
"It was taught to me. Would you like to hear the words, soldier boy?"
It was only when Emryc spoke up that he turned slowly to look at him. The other man smelled of of sweat and fighting, though without the scents of iron and death that usually accompanied it. It drew Morgan's attention more than his voice, eyes narrowing slightly along with a brief flaring of the nostrils, but that wasn't something he needed to hear.
A smile crossed his face for a moment, just a little one that tugged at the corner of his lips before they parted.
"It was taught to me. Would you like to hear the words, soldier boy?"
@Sreeya