Chiana had settled down on the wall, one leg dangling off of it and the other folded against her chest so she could wrap her arms very loosely around it and rest her chin on her knee. She was watching the human closely as she listened; the melody was so foreign to her, the simplicity and warmth of the instrument and his voice. She didn't understand half of the lyrics, though, or what they were referring to, so a small frown appeared between her brows as she tried to figure out what the song was about, really.