It's so hard here to assess age. Everyone looks young to her. Young without the physical drain of starvation-sickness-work. The woman looks older than her, anyway. Skin well-cared for, by Angharad's standards.

But there's a politeness there, and politeness isn't something she's had a lot of.

And.

She's lonely.

"No. I don't mind," the Splendid Angharad says, after a pause.