"It's not?" Somehow, none of this is serving as any comfort. That a lovely world lies somewhere outside this dreadful place that they've been dropped doesn't do either of them much good, right now. "...do they not truly want us to fight to the death?" Then she pauses, considers something, gasps faintly... but no, no, why should this thought be at all shocking? "...did you succeed, your Majesty? Did you win?"

...she is not even going to touch the concept of 'body glitter' right now. If she lives through this, however, she will be sure to have words with the person that introduced Zed to this concept.