[Ah, and it is not so hard to spot that change, but what had Fenris expected? Of course he goes stiff at the reminder. It was a stupid thing to say, but there is no taking it back now. All he can do is push forward.]

I . . . truthfully, I am unsure.

[Which also feels stupid to admit, but so it goes. He has learned so much about elves these past few years, but a handful of anecdotes and overheard stories do not make up for a lifetime of staying around humans. He has a foot in both worlds, he sometimes feels, or . . . a foot out of them, really, not knowing enough about elves, and yet then again not knowing everything there is to know about humans, either.]

But I very much doubt we did not age at all.

[Such a thing seems impossible, and so he dismisses it. The sheer logistics alone puzzle him; how could a population survive if no one ever died?]

I would not be shocked, though, if it was true that we would age far more slowly than we do now. Seven hundred years seems an enormity to me, far longer than I could ever hope to live, but the humans have shortened our lifespans in more ways than one. Slaves in Tevinter do not often see past fifty, with rare exceptions here or there, but in the past . . .

[A sudden realization, then, awful and a little gut-wrenching for reasons Fenris can't quite (or won't) place.]

You may know better than me when it comes to the past. Elvish history is not one I have looked into, but it is a goal here, is it not?