[ He does join her on the floor, resting his elbows near his knees, his hands folded together so his chin can rest there. And then he just listens to Brianna again. He loves listening to her, about anything, truly.

The current subject is a painful one for many reasons, but it makes his daughter happy and there's nothing that matters to him more than that.

He's truly stunned, though, by the sounds suddenly emanating from her strange machine, staring at it curiously, then back at Brianna. ]

I couldna have asked for a better man to love ye and take care of you and yer mother. I'm sorry ye lost him, Brianna. Truly, I am.

[ For a moment, he squeezes her wrist, then lets go, nodding at the machine. ]

What is this...music?