[ daylight looks at rosinante the entire time he speaks. his expression is thoughtful and commiserating, no doubt understanding the desire to know more about the ones who brought you into the world. and really know them, too. not just their names or collection of faint memories and descriptions of what they looked like when they were still around.

he's- he's surprised rosinante offered this piece of his past to daylight, honestly. perhaps that's why day makes his impulsive but sincere offer to him after a moment's silence: ]

Would it be alright- Would it be alright if I sang a song for them? [ though he feels like he doesn't need to clarify, daylight just wants to make sure the offer is clear, feeling suddenly very shy yet determined. ] Your parents, I mean. In festivals like these back at home, when I was still on Earth with my auntie and uncle, we have songs for family that are loved and lost, remembered and rejoiced.