Aella huffs a wry laugh and takes a large swallow of her drink as she answers his shift with a little of her own. Easier to talk this way. “Not in a long fucking time,” she replies. “Not that there was much before... everything went to shit, but there was a little. Enough.” Elves didn’t have much peace in the alienage. But there had been some in her life, before her almost-wedding.

“I take it you haven’t either, then?”