"Do you want to hear a story?"
"Mmm, it would be even better if you could play an instrument."
"...I can't. I only have stories. Do you want to hear them or not?"
"Could you tell the story and then sing a lullaby afterward? I like listening to the one passed down from the elf bard Adelais. The version Rod sang was in Elvish, and even though he wasn't satisfied with his performance, I thought it sounded lovely. He taught me the song in Common Language since I don't know Elvish. You don't know it? I can teach you— it goes like this, 'With a delicate melody, the nightingale dances; singing our sweet and lively lullaby; never fear to be hurt again, for spells and magic are no more; accompanied by our lively lullaby, sleep peacefully...'"
"Never mind, let's just go to sleep."
"No, don't! Well, don't sing the lullaby then, but at least tell the story."
