Orpheus gives a smile that is touched with the sun as well. "Nobody plays like me," he says, and then just to show off, he plays a little stronger, and the illusion of sunshine makes the circle of warmth visibly brighter around them. It isn't real sunlight, so it shouldn't hurt, but the air lightens like dawn.

"I'm fresh off the train," he says. "Got here this morning. Or afternoon. Or something."