She would master the harp, so long as she had the patience to learn. For now, her desire to have something to remind her of Rhaegar trumped her restless energy. It was a bit different to learn how to play an instrument rather than how to swing a sword. Those were easy skills for her to learn, but these more gentle talents had always been a bit beyond her.

He is trying for her sake and she recognizes that, offering a thankful smile.

"It's my fault that you believed it." She said, toying with a few of the strings. "I should have written you, sent a raven or something. I didn't think, I was too swept up in everything. By the time we reached the Tower, it was already too late. I suppose I hoped that you would know I wouldn't be kidnapped." She would die first.