At first it seems as though she's getting through. The musician definitely responds, or tries to. But in the end, the music only seems to hurt him more.

She stops with a sad sigh as Orcelito wraps a protective wing around her, tucking her flupe back into her pouch. She looks back out through the mist at the musician, expression sorrowful; she hates to see any creature suffering as much as the musician seems to be, but doesn't know what she can do to help. She's almost ready to heed Orcelito's suggestion to leave... until her gaze falls on the broken instrument.

Squinting a bit to focus through the mist she moves a little away from Orcelito to free up her wings then flutters upwards a little to get a better angle. The strings, snapped and broken as they are, have an oddly ethereal sheen to them that she's only seen in one material before. "Hey, guys," she says, pointing at the damaged instrument, "don't those strings kinda look like the same kind of hair that the Hollow Lady left us a little while ago? You think that might be what he's after?"