[She's looking down at the card until he lifts it up like it's some kind of problem she intends to solve right now, frowning as she listens and trying to fit each thing he says into some happy little box that makes sense in the context that she has and he isn't privy to, but...

Well, after a moment she just sighs and gives it up. There isn't anything she can do here, from so far away, without the books in her possession or any real training of her own.

When he asks his question, she shakes her head.]

Not exactly. It's more like they gave up on something they didn't want and I have to figure out what's worth saving. [That frown comes back, and she taps her fingers restlessly on the top of the table like fidgeting a little might help.] It's like trying to fix something that's broken without all the parts and not knowing how it's supposed to look when it's finished, all while doing it blindfolded.

If that makes sense.

[She doesn't expect it to, because it doesn't make sense to her.]