Maybe not—although I'm no queen. I think you'd understand quite a bit of what I might tell you, were I to go on.
Thank you for your offer—and it isn't presumptuous, although I may not take you up on it right this moment. I still wonder what good it could possibly do, to brood on what's past.
[thinking about a time in her life when she nearly starved to death is disconcerting enough ordinarily, let alone while her stomach is growling at her like it is now. While she doesn't let go of PM's paw, she does shift a bit; partly to shake off this mood she's in, and partly because her left foot has fallen asleep from her having sat in this position for so long.]