It seemed she'd timed it just about perfectly. Raine set her fork down, took the map in her hands and bent her head over it, as if she was settling to study already. "Yes," she said, absently. "The withering of the Tree was almost exactly four thousand years ago. I believe I told you-- elves live naturally about a thousand years, half-elves a little less. Mithos and his companions used something called a Cruxis crystal to stop their aging process."

She still didn't think it had done any of them any favors.

"I wonder," she said a few moments later, looking up at Cain's later comment. "Perhaps he was from the time his sister died. Fixated, at the least. Everything he had done, from that point, was for the goal of bringing her back, and when he succeeded, and she denied him... he became much less rational." It had been a terrifying devolution to witness, even knowing who Mithos was and what he was capable of.

Raine sighed, and glanced back down. Focused on the single word of elven script, and smiled, even if it was little. "Rome," she said. No difficulty in guessing what Cain found most important. "I see."