"If nothing else apparently I need to know his taste in music."

"True. All right, I'll introduce you."

Here is Eamon! He is grey-haired and somewhat age-wrinkled, but very healthful for a man who was dying of poison mere days ago.

Old age is weird but she saw some of it on the shopping trip and is too polite to say anything. "Hello, Arl Eamon, I'm Mirelótë Ambela."

"I hear I have you to thank, at least in part, for the timely delivery of the Ashes," says Eamon, smiling. "You have my gratitude, and my hospitality for as long as you care to accept it."

"I appreciate that very much! I'm told you'd like me to sing for you sometimes. I know a lot of songs but most of them are very sad, at least if one knows what the lyrics mean, so I might need a little notice if you want a long program of happier music so I can call enough titles to mind."

The arl blinks. "Is this a matter of personal taste, or...?"

"No, I like happy music, but it's been the fashion for some time now to attempt to outdo each other's epic tragedies."

"Well, then, perhaps it would be better to have happier music, especially in times like these."

"Then I'll make a point of it."

"Thank you," says Eamon. "I might ask you to sing tomorrow evening, if we haven't left for Denerim by then and if that's enough time for you to think of a few uplifting songs."

"Plenty of time, yes. How long will you want music for?"

"An hour or two, if that's reasonable?"

"That's easy," she assures him.

He smiles. "Good. I assume Stalas has been seeing to all of your needs?"

"Yes, he's been very helpful."

"He generally is."

Stalas laughs.

"I get that impression."

"It's my favourite pastime, being helpful!"

"No wonder you're so good at it," says Eamon, amused.

"I appreciate it very much."

"Good. Shows I'm doing a good job."

"I should probably get started on carving the bed if I want it all prettied up before I have to sleep."

"Enjoy!" says Stalas.

Eamon looks like he doesn't fully understand what's going on here, but he smiles agreeably and nods.

And she goes and carves spirals and knotwork into it, and sets up all her other pretty things, and the room is acceptably pretty when she is done.

She shows up to sing and can easily produce two hours of cheerful music. More, if they like.