She was definitely not expecting to get things right on the first try. He'd built up the difficulty in their discussions. And yet her eyes followed the bard's empty socket stare in the direction of the Sea Kings as they tore into one another. As the victor emerged, damaged and exhausted, she let the song decrescendo as well, trying to match Brooke as he sang. When the sea calmed down she looked back at the skeleton waiting for a critique.