The wisp was silent as she moved to the chair. Klaus did not force a conversation, silence was alright with him if need be. However, she finally did speak, thanking him and speaking of his music being pleasing to those passing on. He watched her for a moment, now it was his time to be silent for a moment in thought. He gave a light nod however after a moment to the comment. "No thanks is needed...especially to me" he said, his eyes on her still. "If my music is able to help anyone...that is a pleasure that speaks for itself..." he did not need to be thanked for anything, part of it his more humble nature. Part of it being he understood well the balances between the world...as well as how some felt the agony and pain that could come in death more than others. His father having been one of them when he had passed. Punishment for what he had done. Punishment for keeping Klaus tethered to this world.

Perhaps it was punishment for Klaus as well in some way....retribution to tell him that he indeed was no longer welcome here. Then again the troubles that came with being in this state as well could possibly be that way as well. One could look at his situation in so many ways if they desired. Would they feel pity for him? Disgust or hatred? Either way, it changed nothing. Klaus gently took his sister's hand, lifting her to her feet, an elegant movement to watch. Though one would not expect it from such a body as theirs. He had long since mastered the stiffer form of a puppet's body. It was not as bad anymore. If anything, many would say he had more grace and fluency in this body than many had in their normal forms. It made him chuckle a bit, for he found the beauty in his situation, but it was often in others that concepts like that were lost.

Turning to their guest, he allowed his sister to move across the room to put the instrument away in the cabinet with the others. "Is something on your mind this morning?" he asked her, "or is my music what drew you in as well?" Either way was alright, if she had sought him for more of a reason than his talent with the strings or not. He was thankful for the company. Being one of the calmer and quieter members of this darkness, he was often one of the more overlooked when the energies of the circus were more hectic in nature. He was used to it and content with his place. No need to force himself to the lime light. At times it followed him. What would happen would happen if it was meant to be right? He found that thought amusing in nature.

Destiny...fate...things happening for a reason. His father had thought similarly in nature for much of his life. Perhaps that was what made some of all of this ironic. No need to linger on such things right now however right? His sister walked back over, taking her place by his side. Her hand gently moving to rest upon his shoulder, his body close. Even this held an elegance. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it, and yet it held a simple intimacy that would fall on deaf ears with most others. A bond and connection few could see or understand. Perhaps part of him was crazy...for his closeness and attachment to something that was a mere puppet. But then again, so was he in a sense.