Asleif had conjured herself a glass of something stronger. Once she'd have sneered and made insults regarding herself or any of her siblings claiming a mortal so. But that was, in many ways, a lifetime ago. She was not who she had been.
And she had her own interests in the mortal realm, even if that interest also had half a foot in the Golden Realm.
She raised her chalice. "To your happiness."
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