"It is nice," Eleanore agreed, though the music made her think of Ayorthia- and fell short of her expectations because of that. It was silly, she knew, to compare it all this way- they were different places, of course they would have different strengths and weaknesses. She just found objectivity to be a bit difficult when she was suffering from homesickness, she supposed.
"The Prince?" she repeated, admittedly curious as to Ismenia's mentioning of him. "Yes, I suppose it is." A non-committal answer, yes, but Eleanore truly didn't want to speak ill of the Prince- she had only met him briefly, and wouldn't judge him solely on others' opinions of him.