[there's a little wince at that. part of the reason he can cope with her death at all is by just plain not thinking about it, and he can't wrap his mind around how cavalierly she treats it.]

You ought to be fine for a while longer, then. If you start feeling tired in a year or two we can ask the gods to halt it. [a grimace] As useless as they are, they should be able to manage that much. ...That way, we wouldn't have to worry about whether or not my blood would be good enough in this situation, either.