“I don’t. And that’s what terrifies me. In all my four thousand, three hundred and twenty-nine years on this planet – ” “Four thousand,” Sophie interrupted. “You’re four thousand, three hundred and twenty-nine years old?” She knew the elves had indefinite lifespans, so it wasn’t that big of a stretch to know that gnomes did too. But the number was too huge to fit in her brain. “I believe that’s the right age,” Calla agreed. “Though there have been stretches where I lost count.”
