She quiets, letting her hand move enough that she can peer through her fingers at him. "Of course she did. They dared threatened her family, her honour. They should pay with their lives."

She settles back, swapping the glass between her hands so she can lift the one with the wine spilt onto it to her lips, pressing her mouth softly to the side of her finger to kiss away the spilt wine. Little movements still, measured, but comfortable enough in his presence to not be bothered that he saw her doing it. "How did you come to know so much of the place? I heard that they were like us -" Paused, a correction. "That they were hidden away, rather." Not kept impoverished.