"Third," she responded, letting herself slip back into the more comfortable mode she'd been in before Astor had brought up the virgin-eating birds. "And let me tell you, if you haven't noticed already, the days just seem to crawl by here. Sometimes I could swear I've been here for months instead of mere days. And then the nights have the nerve to seem much too short to get anything worthwhile done in."

Ophelia nodded, only mildly interested in the description of the world. Again, it was good to know for reference's sake, but it was boring compared to the life she knew. At least, until the last point he mentioned. "Oh, and what do you know of these places where peace and prosperity does not reign?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. No matter what the circumstances, she did so enjoy hearing tales of war and violence.