She shakes her head once, and then again--but the last thing, she can answer that.

"Brown hair, not long. He was tall." It occurs to her that this is perhaps too generic to go by, but fortunately, describing her mother is easier. "Sarra looked like me."

That is not enough, and she knows it. With Yseult sitting in the room, there is an expectation in there with them: provide as many details as possible, without being prompted. I think you're smart enough to understand what I want to know. After a pause, her voice lowering to what's essentially a pained whisper, she adds, "I did not meet other people. But sometimes they brought people to look at me. So they could see what I was, first."

Before they paid over their coin.