[As Lup releases her, there's a sharp pang in Elsa's chest, and whether it's from disappointment or something else, she's not sure. But either way, it hurts, and she once more wraps her arms around herself in that gesture of anxiety that Lup knows so well now.]

Good... yeah. [Elsa's not sure if she believes it, but at least she's listening when Lup says it this time. That's... something.] I don't know what I'll do, but I'll just... I'll figure all of this out. I promise.

[Pause.]

And for the record, you don't look your age at all.

[... it's a joke?? do those jokes fly well with people who live hundreds to thousands of years???]