It's no secret that Cass isn't the best with words. She does her best, but spoken language still evades her at times. Body language is still her primary tongue, even after years, and... well, she's come to accept, for the most part, that that's not a bad thing. She gets by. The people who matter? They understand her. And that's enough.

Also? Makes her pretty good at ballet. So that's nice. She enjoys dance. A lot, actually. And she's come to discover that something else comes with that - music. She enjoys music. It built a little slower, maybe, than the love of dance itself, but it's there just the same!

And she's found that music kind of... helps. With words. Song lyrics stick, in a way that sometimes other words don't. Easier to remember. Easier to recite. Easier to understand, because even if the words themselves don't always make sense, the whole of the song tends to get its message across. Cass likes music.

It's not something she announces, really. It's just become a part of her. She finds herself sometimes turning on music to fill silence she used to be content in. She finds herself humming softly to herself without thinking about it. And, sometimes? Sometimes she sings. Not loud, not showy. Just quiet and personal. No worry if she's good at it. That's not what it's about. Just enjoying.

...Okay maybe a little worry if she's good at it. Cass likes being good at things. It's not like she'd stop if she wasn't good. But maybe that's why she's been private about it? Why she's never really sung in front of anyone? Though if she's honest, it's not something she's ever really thought about consciously.

That doesn't stop her from feeling startled and a little embarrassed, however, to have been walked in on mid-song after her ballet recital - she'd been so caught up in the music still playing through her mind, she hadn't even heard the door. A rare moment of being caught off-guard.

"Oh! ...Hello." Is she supposed to explain herself? Would that be weird?