The man's pale face when she told him why she'd come confirmed it. It wasn't just her that hated the damn things. So she grinned at him, "Just in huh? I was sick the whole time. It was awful, only reason I'm still here."<br/><br/>She finally took the bite of stew that had been cooling on her spoon, freeing her hands to clap heartily for the bard. When he started the next song, she took another spoonful and began to blow on it to cool it down as well. She stopped a moment to smile at the bar maid, her toes tapping. It was nice to have people around and lively music.<br/><br/>When Morys asked if the song made her feel like laughing and singing along she grinned once more. Awinita thought perhaps she was out of practice with her smile, which was a shameful thing. So she put her spoon back down, "He said we could and is giving us the words." With that statement she spun back around, bounced off the stool and began singing along. Singing together was a common tradition for a peripomed, so her voice was strong and kept a good tune with the bard. Though her voice was no where near as fine as his, it didn't seem to bother her at all, and her singing was purely unselfconscious.