It does not help, but she has her guesses as to what it means, but none seem to satisfy her now curious mind. "I apologize, I am unfamiliar with the moon." But she will learn if it means she will survive.

She has to think. What trade would she have? By the time she truly came into her own, most of the kingdom had succumbed to the infection. She sighs. "I am a warrior. I can weave silk, though I am unsure if that will be of use." Silk was a light thing, not necessarily warm by nature.

So it seems she will need to develop a new skill.