"But of course. You cannot wish for something and have it granted and not expect to pay a price, can you?" he inquired, arching both brows now. The concept was not new to Ashura, and had been a focus point in his own world in his discussions with Yuuko over their short, but enlightening relationship. Some things, after all, had no equal...like a life... He snapped himself out of that train of thought and focused on Thranduil again.

"The Castle provides for us, but even so, if you want new things you either find a way to produce them manually somehow or you wish for them. If it is within reason - such as, say, a blanket - the Castle grants it and it appears for you. You can wish for a long time, for many small things, or at once for a large thing, but eventually the Castle is going to call your dues. These take the form of a loss and they are myriad in their forms. I personally have been turned into a child, a statue, a woman, and put to sleep within a painting for a month among others."