*clasps her hands together once she relinquishes the pen and paper* See? You do remember Ossiriand.
*inhales deeply and exhales (and the temperature of the room drops a few more degrees)* And you remember Eglarest. *looks undeniably concerned(, overjoyed)* You were only a child, really. Nineteen, weren't you? *mournfully(, longingly)* And you were very beautiful. *tilts her head to the side* You haven't changed so much, of course, and you do insist on believing what everyone tells you (and you are beautiful) (and that's why you let them do that to you). *shrugs* Still, thank Dad that you were unconscious and thank Dad for the timeliness of chambermaids. *pauses* I can't imagine you saw those boys again.