"That doesn't sound too safe," Beatrix noted aloud, clearly suspicious after being told not to drink and also to bathe after soaking in it for a while. There were other things like that, such as sulfur baths, but she understood how those were beneficial. Then again, she wasn't about to drink a bunch of bathwater after it'd been filled with soap.
"I've never dealt with monsters inside of Alexandria, but it turned out we were...not the best country under the leadership of Queen Brahne and the man who twisted her in her time of grief." They'd conquered so much and she believed she was doing it all for the glory of her kingdom and improving the places they'd bullied into submission. While it was a shameful admission, she would not shy away from the truth of her dishonorable deeds, even if she did believe them to be in the name of honor at the time.
"Being armed does make me feel safer, although I'm not going to sleep with the longsword under my pillows." The run had been fruitful and she was sure she'd acquired enough pillows to not stab herself if she actually slept on top of her sword. The various shapes and sizes were pleasing along with finding the fuzzy faux fur ones.