Felix Caelus

"Years of practice will do that," she teases. "But there's no need to fret. There's plenty more where that one came from." She pulls back her hands just long enough to retrieve another handful of picks from a pouch on her belt. Once the offending, broken pick has been discarded, she inserts the fresh one and nods for Felix to try again.

"Take all the time you need with this. If you need me to guide you through it again, I can. But for now, why don't you lead? If after a few more tries you can't get it, I'll correct you as you go. Sound good?" She gives him an encouraging smile. He can do this, of that she's completely certain.