"Maybe, maybe not. I've heard many a lauded poet entirely fail to do justice to a rose, while the gardener's five year old untutored daughter could move you to tears over the same."

Sincerity speaks for a lot, in Roshanak's view. Poets are to be praised, for sure - her people are nomads and only recently come to writing and reading at that - but far too many people doubt themselves and their words. It's not their place to describe, or somesuch nonsense.

"I think it likely we'll learn some. Otherwise, why were we brought here?"