[For a brief second, Breq finds herself doubting the proper pronouns for Seivarden, wondering if she'd mixed them up again. Whether she has or not, it's easier not to switch mid-sentence and explain, so she forges on.]

She was well-born and hadn't been given much reason to think about anything other than herself for a long time. Then she lost everything, and it didn't quite help the process. [She shrugs.] Too occupied with her own misery.