Asclepius looked into her eyes, thinking carefully as to his answer. " I've lived a long long time. I've watched so very many generations of creatures come and go, we are all born, and we all reach our end. There comes a point where those of us who are mortal must accept the inevitable. When I die, my body will become a wellspring of natural magic for wherever I choose to lay myself down. The magic gathered within me will return to the Earth, to be recycled again. I will pass on, to become the rocks, the trees, the very Earth itself. The offer is very tempting, but I cannot go against the natural order of my realm. We must return what we have taken, and the old must give way for the young to flourish." Asclepius suddenly looked rather old as he reflected inwardly. He hadn't been thinking about it, but there it was. " I would be honored, however, to come visit you for a few hundred years, if it is your wish. When my time comes, I won't be afraid. I will answer my call, but I would very much like to spend time with you."Xatia fluttered from Asclepius's sholder to his hand and looked up to him with certainty in her eyes and tone, " Your legacy would indeed enhance any bloodlines that come forth from your subsequent pairings. You are an honorable male of vast attributes. However the concept of becoming too old is a new limitation to me. Though we do die in battle and with the use of iron weapons, growing old is not a Fae death. " She tipped her head and admitted simply, " In actuality, all earthy entities that pass through to live in Anstopfia experience the longevity of prolonged life. Should you find that you'd like to endure beyond such earthly limitations, I extended invitation to Anstopfia when you so choose to visit."