Syrlya was born late enough that most of the side-glances were trained out of the other races, and they came to accept the Sylvari in all of their weirdness. But he's still aware that they do find them weird, so 9S's blatant declaration only gets a momentary purse of his lips and a shake of his head.

"Yes, like any tree bears all her fruit. There are..." He rolls his eyes up as he considers that. "Truthfully, we have not bothered to record our numbers. So many of us have flown to the winds, I fear doing so now would be impossible. But there must at least be a few thousand of us. And growing! It is quite a bit of progress for thirty years, isn't it?"

That's as much a question for 9S because like Syrlya knows what's a standard growth curve for a civilization.