<sub>Old grey-blue eyes looked towards the aged dwarf, now upon the end of his days. He no longer looked as youthful as he once did only a few decades ago in her prison… The thought brought a huf of soft laughter. 

“Of course I am,” Smiling down to the dwarf who spoke to her, she inclined her head away from him to look upon the sea of green foliage, he brought back sad memories of a time before she knew what true war was, when she was more willing to hope and less willing to become stone. Setting her jaw she turned to look towards him, “The days have done you well.”</sub>