"The Fox?" She cuddles Eva close, since it seems to be what she needs, runnning a soothing hand through her hair.

"May it be so." She murmurs, comfortingly.

The Eldar know that the world is Marred beyond all repair, but they fight what they call the Long Defeat anyway, in hopes of the day when the Second Music will be sung, and the world made aright. But that is not what Eva needs to hear, and so she does not say it, only humming softly, the low comforting lullabies of long ago.