"And Zelos shouldn't be able to hate half-elves and still consider us among his friends," Raine points out. "People are complex things, with the potential to be internally inconsistent. And the entire population can't be wholly painted with the same brush. Opinions vary outside of the broad generalities: keep that in mind." She's happy enough to let it rest at that, though, hoping it will be enough for Genis not to do anything rash when she doesn't have eyes on him.

She can dream.

Raine doesn't even have to run the calculations for years. "Next year you'll be half my age again," she says, absently reassuring. Which maybe says something about how permanent she considers this situation, that 'next year' here is a thing she considers possible. "And if we return to our world at any point, the original status quo will be reset, of course."

She's a little more focused on his other question than the matter of the numbers. Because if Genis has picked up on that much, he cannot have missed the fact that there is only one bed, as well, and now Raine has to figure out how to explain Solomon to her brother in such a way that Genis does not take offense to his existence, which is a possibility she deems more likely than is optimal. She still remembers how long he carried a grudge against Regal. Raine starts with "Yes, that's correct," and in a moment adds, "I'll introduce you, when he returns." That's a solid enough place to begin.