"They-- funny? For someone to hold you against your will, try to take things you didn't want to give? That's-- those aren't friends." Lucia Corina feels very strongly on this point. She steps forward and puts a hesitant hand on his shoulder. "I was-- the wood elves like pretty things. The Lady liked to-- display her prizes, to have me play for her banquets, and she kept me... enthralled so that I couldn't think, for a... long time." She's still too afraid to work out the exact count of the years she lost, even though it would be easy, even though she's a historian and she knows exactly the events she could make the years against, and it takes actual effort to avoid knowing the number. She can't bear to know the weight of what was stolen. "I'm sorry they hurt you, too."