She has her mind on it now, and she has to think it through, or the song will bother her until it comes out. And she sings softly, remembering the words to that old Halloween favorite.
Come little children
I’ll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time’s come to play
Here in my garden of shadows...
Salma eyes her cautiously. Not sure if THIS minstrel is going to try to spook her again, and ready to leave if so.