[Padparadscha hums faintly in agreement, letting him slip away from the subject easily. It's not the kind of thing they find most people agreeable to talk about, even people without finite existences.

And Padparadscha certainly is surprised at that, because to them an age like that is positively tiny.] Oh? Two hundred is much more of a little one than I expected someone like her to be. But then, even something like that has to start somewhere. We were all that little once.

[Or at least, all of their kind were. Even their youngest, Phos, has well cleared that age by this point.]