"I would expect nothing more from you." After hesitating for a slight moment, Myrym held her own hand out. When her fingers wrapped around the other woman's hand, she squeezed tightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a silent warning. If Lylyn did anything to purposefully harm herself or her brother, the drow wouldn't hesitate to attack.
Unlike the women, the two males were getting along quite well. "That sounds perfect!" he said, smiling. He listened as the shifter began playing, joining in with his harp once he was sure he had the correct rhythm. Quietly, he began to sing to add another layer to the song, casting a glance over towards the women as he did so, to see if Lylyn would react. He wasn't sure why exactly she hated his voice... probably because she was jealous of his abilities. It was really the only explanation.