She nods as you decline to provide her with more questions, more anxious now than ever in the conversation thus far.  She also didn't seem to mind that the two of you were indeed touching, in fact she leaned in towards you slightly, her excitement overwhelming her sense of proper posture and etiquette.  It wasn't a moment after you finished asking your question that she began to spout out her own queries.<br/><br/>"Is it true?  That Valenar elves have spurned the old ways?  I am but three decades old, and lived amongst humans my life entire.  I am little more than a child still, yet my human friends are all getting on in their years, short-lived people that they are." she asked, and explained "I... find dealing with Elven tradition to be difficult; I may live longer than a  human, but a pure elf lives centuries beyond even my best chance at venerable age... I simply don't fit in there, but an elf who's forsaken the Old Ways, true to Valenar as a concept and not just a state... oh, please tell me that is so!  That Valenar is a place where those of my own style of blood may fit in and call a home!"<br/><br/>She's since moved, her hands resting upon her leg and her body leaning towards you, staring at you with begging, curious eyes.  She's practically hanging upon your every word now...