The Princess Keredwel, still wringing Brandon's handkerchief, graciously allows him to help her dismount. Her eyes are puffy and her makeup is awful, but she has recovered her poise.
"Oh, good sir, this abode does not comfort me." She looks down at the mud squelching up over her once-fine embroidered slippers, now destroyed by wandering in the Forest, and sighs.
"Still, someone resides here, which is better than I can say for the rest of this strange Forest, and I am so thirsty."