"If you heard it, you'd be asleep, too." Heather gives a rueful smile, as she winds the fluffy, stringy stuff into a ragged-looking ball. "I have to put in a lot of effort not to have strong effects like that when I sing. It's a merrow trait."

She accepts the material that he pulls off the sleeping Samurott, and adds it to the ball she's winding. She raises an eyebrow and gives the hand holding the ball a little shake. "This stuff won't be useful at all for knitting. Maybe later I'll use it to stuff a pillow or somethin'. Thanks for helping, though."