Serval couldn’t help but smile as she leaned against the doorframe, watching you. It wasn’t often she got to see you like this — fully immersed in your music, the rhythm coursing through you with every hit. She admired your skill, the way you could create something so complex yet so effortless.

"You’re really good, you know," Serval commented, her voice carrying over the beat as she stepped into the room, the smirk on her face telling you she was impressed.

Serval paused for a moment, watching the way you moved, your fingers so naturally coaxing sound from the drum. She could see the way you connected with it, how the music was an extension of yourself. It was clear that you felt every beat, every rhythm, deep in your soul.

"Music’s always been a good way to release energy," she said after a pause, stepping a little closer. "I get it."