"My longevity is something I keep close to my chest," he says softly, taking in Athena's face. There's a round quality to it, making her look even more youthful for the briefest of moments as she asks the inevitable. He busies himself with simple work, fishing out another black shirt.

"But the more Grisha use their powers, the healthier they are. The longer they live. With certain amplifiers, they can live to be a hundred, maybe more--Athena," he breaks off quickly, immediately, turning to face her properly. The shirt he'd just pulled out is immediately forgotten.

"The last thing I saw before we woke up here, it was something of yours."