[ um. ] I... wasn't aware that was the case.

[ my dude half-elves are a whole ass thing, they've got the points, they've got the magic, what on the great fucking wheel are you talking about. ]

Perhaps that is a difference between your plane and mine, [ she allows eventually, rather than call this polite but nervous-seeming man an idiot to his face. ] It's, I mean, I'm not injured in any way, and it's not as though the points serve any, any function.

[ other than mark a physical marker of her ancestry and past and hoo boy we're not getting bogged down in being capital a Alone in an unfamiliar plane, nope. blowing right past that emotional turmoil, onto something that surely can't be worse! ]

A, erm. A complicated history, you said?