[Elizabeth gives a wry laugh and starts looking for another engraving to show him.] Maybe because most humans have boring, normal lives that some of us can only dream about.

When I was living in my tower, sometimes the days just blended together. Same six rooms, same books, same meals, same clouds drifting by... I was happy to escape to fantastical worlds where people went on adventures and met new people and changed and grew. It was my substitute for life outside of my tower. Before I escaped.

[Before she found out that the real world was nothing like her books.]