[ She knows of such life. She's seen how power corrupts – how comfort was a ruse for hunger. More, more, more – she wonders if Morgana would have spread such a belief across this land like a blanket of never-ending snow.

She muses his words, eyes darting over to the children. They would be the ones who suffer most – to spread this belief, the only one they knew, to their children. It was good the wheel was broke, it gave her hope. ]

I wish I knew. I would be a fool to turn a blind eye to the efforts provided and the chains that have been broken and discarded. There is much work to be done and they are laying the foundation, brick by brick. I... [ Her bias is clear, that this world has its problems – but she will not speak ignorantly. ] I pray they are able to achieve what they envision.