Oh what's this now?

The world she described really did sound a horror. Bastien wondered how long it had been as she said. Why had no one made it beautiful again? Planted trees, painted the walls, rebuilt? He did not understand what level of destruction could make those things impossible; clearly the society was intelligent as Nairi was speaking and painting fine. "Are there no artists there? No one to restore the place to some glory? Even after the worst wars in my...time, there are wonderful works of art that come from them." A lot of the most lauded and famous paintings were the results of conflict. It had never been his area (too messy, too full of suffering for the average person with money to support) but he had long admired the works of those willing to go there. She sat next to him and he watched her eat for a moment, wondering how frequent her meals had been back in her world. "...Do you have new buildings? New homes?" BASTIEN I'm feeling devious, you're looking glamourous