That's right. Herta made me socks a few times at Christmas, but it's been a long time since that, too. They all disappeared one day. I hadn't received another gift until I was here.

[She doesn't sound particularly pitiful or wistful, though the magpie flaps down from where it's been poking around paintings trying to recognize itself and wanders over to the ottoman.

She does sound a bit lonely, but in this case, it's of her own making.]