She can't comprehend that - that much is plain. An unhappy blink and her head turns back to the window to fix on that thought. It's bad enough she thought it lost to be devoured. But she had taken some solace that the land itself could not be changed by the Lycans. That? She swallows on, pressing forward because she cannot afford to think about it.

"Yes." A firm nod. Onwards, ever onwards. "Theatre, perfumes, very fine carpets. We were host to - well, a family that are known for their weaving. My husband built a theatre, and we had many sought after performers, too, were encouraged with royal patronage. He... he loved them very much."