Delshyk had his head bowed, his eyes closed. A knife was flipping steadily around his hands. He appeared to be aslep, and had it not been for the knife and the humming, he would've been mistaken as a young, tired wanderer. When his song ended, he looked around only to see stunned faces. He blushed deeply, helping Selphe clean up. He looked at her, his eyes wide as he looked away.