Ulla lays aside her book and pulls herself a little closer to the platters. The food is good, though even raw fish is strange to her without the ever-present taste of salt on her tongue.

Far more of her attention is devoted to the music, which she loves. She's heard stringed instruments before, both in Söndermane and from Lark here, but she's never heard this style of playing.

She listens, rapt, until he draws to a close. She's transparently delighted when she tells him, "Thank you."