[ Success! She doesn't take a bite, though, then she'd be talking with her mouth full and this is Anne. She's going to get a plate for more cookies, anyway, since she planned on taking a break from greeting and kits to bring snacks for Bobby. It just isn't good for him to be around new Transports...

She's being more honest than she ought to be, but maybe she has grown very tired over the past month. At least her voice is quiet. ]

It is clear I can, and so many keep telling me. Ah, they tell me of all the decisions women can make in the future, all the glory they can grasp. But that is not here. Here I have as little choice as ever I did, only in this I am also without beauty and love. I have mourned my family and friends as I have my king and kingdom; my very way of life. To sunshine, to poetry, to grass beneath my feet and true dancing in a feasting hall. Am I to be glad for this? Is there a life here I would, or should want?