[ Oh, good. The spell worked. Emet-Selch allows himself a small, pleased smile and flaps a hand to try and stave off any impending panic attacks from the other man. ]

As I said: I placed a spell on your instrument so that it will echo the memories you hold in your mind whilst you play. I thought it might help you come to terms with your loss.

[ Or deepen it. But grief is something very personal, so who is he to dictate their recovery? ]

If you grow to dislike it, I can remove it at any time.