[Once in a while, everyone is wrong and everyone suffers for it. It's unfortunate, but it's a truth Freyja knows well.

As for the end portion of that...well, she knows how that can be too, in a way.]

I understand. The álfar have long been a dying race; of our original number, there was only my brother and I. Now I suppose there's only me.

But for a while, we were able to add to our numbers; I will be able to do so on my own, should I so choose. The álfar can be created, rather than naturally born. So we will survive, in the end.

Hopefully you will be able to remain together. With your loved ones, for the time that you have left.