At his question, although obviously rhetorical, Elora shakes her head, at a loss. All of that hasn't even been a part of her life for very long now, and she's utterly sick of it. They came out on top in the end, but she knows in her bones that it isn't over. She knows, too, that no matter how powerful she's learned that she is, there's no way anyone could ever live up to a being of legend like she became through no doing of her own.

It's pretty freaking stupid, actually, how a baby could fulfill a prophecy. Unable to walk or talk or remember anything from that time, and yet a threat to an evil sorceress. She'll never understand it.

"I did," she answers. "We did, all of us. His sister really did the hard part." Had it not been for Kit, the love between her and her brother, she doesn't think they would have been able to save Airk. She's utterly relieved, of course, that they did, but unable to hide the melancholy she feels, thinking about that last battle. "We lost someone else, in the fight. But I guess it could have been a lot worse."