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Eyeing Feliks warily, Katya accepted his apology, feeling that it was going to be something of a rarity coming from the crotchety man. At least he got rid of the cigarette. Every other word out of his mouth pointed to that theory, but she supposed she couldn't entirely blame him for spacing out the same way she did at the tapestry. As Feliks ascended she decided to take advantage and look back at the ruined masterpiece, although when she did, she felt a little sad again. 

Just as she figured it was time to move on, he would speak of the siege, revealing the tapestry's age at around twelve or so years ago, if her barely-put together memory served her correctly. The siege was a harsh time, albeit she couldn't really remember anything from it. At his question, she followed his gaze back to the tapestry, curious to see what he was getting at. True, most of the royal family were children, and there was always the odd rumor or two that popped up whenever someone decided they were crazy enough to say they were at the siege and had seen one of them escaped. But the rumors all ended the same way as just that: rumors.

[color=FFE4B5]"I suppose...there's always the odd rumor that one of them survived,"[/color] Katya admitted with a shrug. [color=FFE4B5]"But even talking about the whispers on the street is dangerous. Or, that's what my Nana always told me."[/color]