[She shakes her head.] I’m used to being alone now... [She glances aside as if half-expecting to see someone there—of course there’s no one and her posture becomes something more resigned as she brings the pie up to her mouth to nibble on it quietly.

The question makes her pause though and she stars at him a moment, expression blank. Slowly her gaze lowers and she brings the pie down too as she looks at the blood on herself.]

Something... Yes... [But where did she begin to explain? Her fingers of her free hand touch at the blood again and she begins to tremble.] I was in seclusion for a while. To purify myself. As a priestess. When I got out... [She’d died and then...] There was a massacre. Everyone...was killed... I couldn't protect anyone. I was supposed to protect everyone...

[She trails off, expression distant. Her words were a little disjointed, fragmented as her mind balked against the reality of all that had happened—all that she’d done. Her ritual designed to protect the area for several decades had utterly failed, and everyone had been massacred. She just left out some of the details like, you know, that she’d been the one to kill them all.

Little details.]