Raine knew the type, more or less. "I believe you mentioned them, yes," she said. She could grasp the meaning of 'runners' from there, given what she recalled he'd said Enforcers did. And she could tell Cain cared for him, very much. Cared, and blamed himself for his brother's death. Rather than anything more prying, she asked, "What's his name?"

And the thought of elves as fictional was a strange one, but once she'd blinked, and realigned that in her head, Raine could, she supposed, see how that might work. "In broad generalizations, perhaps. Elves are long-lived, patient, and more given to scholarly pursuits, where humans live shorter, more violent lives. The Kharlan War, which changed the shape of the entire world, was a human war, and would only have increased that perception of each other. The elves tend to stand apart. And both sides tend to have similar reactions to half-elf children." Her smile was a little wry, not a happy one. "Generalities, stereotypes, yes, and within each race there are of course variations, exceptions to every rule, but in the way they think of each other..."