Perhaps he will be happier elsewhere. [ and this is a true thing, a genuine wish. he hates to see so many leave their clans, bed humans, no hope of elflings.

if he is made a hypocrite-- but that is a thing at least a little in the distance. there will be no talk of children until after the war.

he watches her walk, making no commentary and only leaning back in his chair slightly to make sure his eyes stay on her. he likes watching her in her space, likes her confidence. ]

Ah, [ he says, and is at least glad of her apathy towards her own birthday. he would hate to forget it. ] No, and neither will you. And there is nothing I can do to keep death from either of you- from any of the elves here. I have accepted this.