[ Something she can latch onto in turn, what they can do, instead of struggling to keep her head above water. Even if she dearly wishes she could simply cease having to fight so hard. ]

Let me see... I can sew, cook, spin, weave, tend animals, butcher them too and preserve them, tend a field if I truly must, though I am not gifted at tilling the land properly, I can do it well enough if needs must. I know my numbers and letters, can keep accounts of all households and people that are to be fed, and so on. The usual running of a land, I suppose.

[ What all royals do, obviously. ]