[Eivor glances at her sidelong, smiling sardonically. This kind of grim humor is common to the Norse, an familiar.]

I do not know how life survives in this realm at all. Poison rain; poison plants.

[She shakes her head, then pauses for a second.] Did you see that the Thessyx did not leave the shadow of the dragon? Perhaps they know something they are not sharing with us.