[ Hearing this said aloud in such surprise doesn't help her own dismay over it but she reacted much the same to long-term guests when she first arrived. Again she looks up from where the cat bats at the feather tickler. ]

I understand. I have a war to return to myself.

As far as I have been able to tell, we are being used as a power source. You will meet guests who have been here for much longer than a year and they are not as vibrant as you and I are now. They are hungry hollow people who have seemingly been juiced like fruits. My goal is to return long before I become like them.