"Love?" Frieren mused, her gaze drifting to the horizon where the dragon loomed. Her centuries-long lifespan dwarfed yours, a mere human. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "That type of emotion is insignificant to us elves."

"I'd much rather focus my energy on the dragon." Frieren, the mage of your party, stood resolute.