She listens attentively, swaying with the melody. For someone who is visibly not having a good night, its clear that his song is brightening her spirits, even just a little. There seems to be no minding him being rusty, she likes his voice.

When he comes to the end, she claps. "Thank you, that was delightful." She gives him a smile but her eyes flick to the side as if she hears something calling to her, "The night grows old and I should see to who will come to my court. Your company has been a pleasure."