[Well, sounds like an entrance Lup's completely sad she missed.

Either way, since she's been invited in, it would be rude to linger at the door, so Lup follows Liv to the small set up she has going on. She plops gracefully onto the same couch Liv is perched on. It's not a proper party if they are spread out!]

Half a month, I guess. [She had started off keeping track in her room, ticking off the days and keeping notes on various discoveries she'd made about this place. But already Lup's starting to lose a little steam, thoughts too preoccupied with fixing her brother's memory to focus too deeply on the passage of time. Besides, she's an elf. Time has always meant so little to someone who will outlive humans by centuries.] Crazy that some folks have been around for years, huh? Just kinda diggin' their heels in and making the best lives they can here.

[She murmurs a soft word of thanks for the glass, mouth twitching into a grin at how fancy it seemed. Back home, most of their fancier glassware had been broken decades earlier, so they'll all given up and she was always the first to drink straight from the bottle.]

So--[she raises her glass] Toasting to your death? Or is it more proper to toast to your re-life?