Curnen wanted to flee. The urge was to drop down and dart away and curl up to hide in a bolt hole.

It was only that she rather liked him already that she didn't do that immediately.

"I... don't know you," she said, barely more than a whisper. Her eyes were huge and dark, her body frozen like a startled deer. "I believe you know me. Very well. Your song harm..." she screwed her eyes shut to concentrate on the word and push it out, "harm-mo-nize-es with mine. And I'm sorry."

It wasn't the first time that time itself had gone strange for her. Hell, she was of pure enough stock that she could go back if she wanted it enough. That didn't make this easy.