The expression that appeared on Lyanna's face then hinted that she hadn't even been aware which song she'd been humming. She'd been spending way too much time in her head, it seemed, not that she would readily admit it. She'd chalk it up to this strange place and its strange mix of people and its strange... magic.

"I suppose it is." She'd cried the first time she heard it, after all, not that she would readily admit to that either. "The prince of our kingdom wrote it." Her voice quivered slightly at 'prince,' but she hoped Drizzt wouldn't notice. As cathartic as most ladies found it to speak of their hearts' ills and desires, she was far from prepared to acknowledge her sorrow and grief. Not quite yet.

"You are a connoisseur of music, ser?" She'd thought him a child initially, but he did not hold himself like one or speak like one.