[His brother was here? Ah... it must be the protective older sibling thing. Having a brother herself, that she could sympathize with. But for her... Rhyle was far from here out of reach.]

Looking out for your brother? I can understand that... [She gave him a small nod.] Me? I'm only 70 years old, however my kind can live for nearly a thousand years if they are fortunate not to be slain. Drow society is unforgiving and violent. Most are lucky to live past 450.