Thank you, I— ( And as she watches the other woman sketch this map so quickly, her eyes become wide as saucers. Her breath catches, to see what lies beyond an ocean whose breadth she truly could never have fathomed. ) I do. Yes.

Civil war, betrayal and an invasion. When the usurper from across the channel went to battle with the King, he won. And those among my relations who had not perished will be ruined, I suspect.

( She just barely restrains herself from trembling, and the clouds grow darker still. To be frightened is to be weak, and yet she is. Very much.

This greeting is informal enough that she can guess that this woman somehow knows not whom she is. It is nearly a relief, and she is content to imbibe in that small amount of peace a while longer. )

Thank you, Anne. As you can see; if you were entirely serious earlier, then we share somewhat in common.