Illyana, the Favored Huntress

With your musical ability lost, there was one in your party who had a range of her own. Not only with the bow, but harmonizing with your songs on the trek here. You think, maybe you could coax a little inspiration from her for yourself, in case it really is just stress.

You flit around the camp in search of her, only after an inordinate couple of minutes pass, you find her, scouting from a low hanging branch. "Huntress!" you shout under your breath.

She spots you, and quickly climbs down to greet you at eye-level. The lines on her face barely visible in the dark, saved by the warm glow of the distant campfire. "Come all this way to sing me a tune, Bard?"

"Actually, I was hoping you might sing me one," you spout, shamelessly.