Sanaudtys' eyes were still quite attracted to the glow. Actually -she saw things in it that they probably didn't see... Or, wait, it was quite possible they could. And if so, they saw a genocide of her people. Tall and angled, dressed in silks and placid and content, being sliced in two or enslaved. Saw children, gangly and a mixture of obtuse and acute angles raced about and screamed but were cut down before the warriors -clad in armor, stout and muscular.
"Ah.... So the battle lives on inside," she murmured, blinking slowly at the jewel and turning it slowly in her fingers.
It throbbed with life, it held a pulse and it was warm and seemed to soften slightly. It WAS alive. Yes. It was very much alive.
Sanaudtys turned to look at the food and smiled slightly at the two. "I thank you..." She murmured before taking a cup of water and taking a deep swig, breaking a piece of bread off and beginning to munch on it.
