You know how watching Lucia or Sofie go to "bed" on ice cold concrete in the middle of the night, surrounded by well off people with nice houses (and Lucia's spot is in the back of an INN FOR GOD'S SAKE...) can...well, bring out the same feelings ya might get after being dumped right when one of those über-depressing ASPCA commercials (you know: with the montage of sad, abused dogs set to to that Sarah Mclachlan song that people play when they hang themselves?) comes on?
Try watching Njada Stonearm go to sleep on the basemant floor bedroll in Proudspire Manor. My God, you can practically smell the MD 20/20, along with her will to live disappearing.