"I don't know," she says slowly. "I never really thought much about sharing them. You were the first person to really look at them in a long time. I was really doing it for myself. I just...needed something to look at that wasn't...all this, sometimes. To be somewhere else."

She falls quiet again for the space of a breath. "It didn't start with the camera. I found that later. But first...the first thing I found were these old family pictures in a ransacked town. Whose, I don't know. Left behind. It seemed wrong to just leave them there." She chews on her lower lip. "I would find others too, from time to time. Vor, prole, sometimes I couldn't even tell. I started keeping all the ones I could find. I didn't want to lose them. I didn't think they should be left behind."

She tucks her feet a little more securely under the blanket. "I found the camera later. Gavalas and one of the other soldiers helped me fix it up just enough to get it to work. That was when I started taking my own pictures. Olivia, Count Piotr, Gavalas... The mountains, people in villages, whatever. It doesn't matter. I just...wanted to make a little world for myself where no war could touch it."