Relena is surprised at how still the animal keeps despite being turned at an unnatural position for it. She'd never been so close to a sheep. It's sweet in its own way. The smell is new, but somehow, she doesn't really mind it. It all smells better than that dungeon.

"I should be more used to the prison thing, but the people who have held me captive before were determined to save face to the public."

Duke Dermail had been haughty about the fact that she was being treated as a guest instead of the political prisoner she was. No dungeons, no cells, no physical cruelties which meant he was being amicable and simply hosting a fellow politician. Everything about that time still puts a foul taste on her tongue.

"You're right... I have no idea what to think right now. Oliver impressed its importance to our being able to leave this world, but for as much as I deeply appreciate what he did for us - for me - I know better than to take its disciple's words as gospel, so to speak."

It's why she wants to travel again when it's possible to move more easily between locations. She wants to know as much as she can about this world to understand it properly. Even Thorne still has more to tell her, she's sure, though going there any time soon would be a death sentence for her.