Estinien watches Nero's expression, not certain what he seems so baffled by. Most likely some other realm-based confusion - transdimensional culture shock. Estinien has been around long enough that it no longer surprises him. He honestly expects that most people here come from different starts with different expectations.

"I could ask the same of you," he says, having already wondered about Nero's relative lack of heigh. He's either a different sort of elf, or an extremely rude child. "But fine. I am... thirty and some summers."

He says this in a way that implies he doesn't remember precisely how many years, or that he's lost track of when his birthday was. The last time someone asked him for his age they immediately used it to mock him, so he is already preparing himself.