[ It's the moon, of course, and Iramaat is only able to be as clear-headed as she is thanks to her bond. So she understands and is willing to indulge her. She watches and listens, her hands finally stilling and letting the music go silent as she regards her with a sense of interest. She really does have her head in the metaphorical clouds, doesn't she? ]

I can't say I know the feeling, alas. I am rather grounded.

[ She grins and shrugs. ]

No wings. But the moon... the stars... those I do appreciate from my lowly position.