The play of emotions across her face is almost too quick for Narcissa to catch, but the smile lingers in her eyes for long enough to be evident. She wonders if that's specific to Ilde, or to fae in general; not ever having met one prior to the city's abduction of her, Narcissa is more than a little fascinated by Ilde, though she tries not to make it apparent.

"This one here, actually," Narcissa replies, an elegant hand directing Ilde's attention to the charming home behind the box hedges. The wrought-iron gate is open invitingly, and the windows are open in an attempt to get some air flowing through.

As to Ilde's musical skills, "Quite a selection. You must have some talent; do you tune, as well?"