Elysira, the Winter Eladrin, came later—drawn apparently by the sudden spark of “reckless life energy” (her words) in a plane she had believed deceased.
We greeted her with scarves, questions, snacks, more questions, and one knitted hat she never asked for. To her credit, she stayed.
After exploring, she realized the truth:
Aurelthrym was dying.
The calm cold was not natural—it was the slow stillness of a plane collapsing inward.
The Kender called it peaceful.
Elysira called it “terminal planar stasis.”
(We decided “peaceful” sounded nicer.)