Zeria just smiled softly.

"Please, there's no need for the 'Miss' prefix." She told him honestly.

"I'm thrilled to see you too, and see that you haven't run out of regenerations." She added. "However, I admit, when you were told that you had a limit, I had told that to Encrae because I thought maybe, just maybe, it would have spared you some deaths and pain." She then said, shaking her head lightly.

"I never thought she would use those deaths as much as I'm sure she has." She added.

"But! Nevermind that, and nevermind what your brother is doing." She added as they both heard a cry of pain from the other room, obviously from the elf there.

"You... you're free." There was a weight, but a good weight, to her voice. It was serious, but it was true, and good.

"You're free of her clutches. You have a chance to actually live. You have your brother, you have your mother." She paused here, chuckling lightly, "Both of them if you wanted to count me, considering the whole phoenix thing. Make the best of it, and live your best life."

♫Feed my insanity || Write me a tragedy || Let's make a memory || A night to forget♫