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"I am feeling better," Avery replied with a contented sigh, acting more like someone who'd just finished a visit to the spa or a warm bubble bath than a person who'd just played the violin after being injured. Then again, to him music was as therapeutic as either of those things, if not more so. Even if he could speak every language, the one closest to his heart tended to be music because you didn't need words, just emotions that couldn't be misconstrued.

He pulled his bow to a stop, resting it lightly on his knee. He really was feeling fine now, physically if not completely mentally. And it... it helped to have Ryan here. They were friends, apparently, especially now that they'd apparently overcome all of the awkwardness from last night in perhaps ten minutes. Was that what friendship was supposed to be like? He hadn't the foggiest.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" He asked suddenly, plucking absently at his violin. "I mean, if I don't have to do anything too strenuous, I think it should be fine..."