Welcome to Gaia! ::

She peered into the room that Faustite had chosen. It was small and bare, as they all were, and it was also tucked away from the sun and from the better part of humanity. Cybele did not mind it down here, not really, but this was likely not the living situation that her past self would have chosen.

"I don't think anyone sleeps here without losing something," she said, gaze snapping back to him. There was a drawn out beat before she added, "But you're right that we shouldn't dwell on what's gone. It's all about moving forward, yes?"

She wasn't quite that well adjusted, and she knew it. There were hints of that even Faustite may have been able to pick up on, like the way she kept glancing to the fire in his ribs, digging for memories, or the way that she hung on his words far more after learning that they'd met before. Still, she met his eyes with a kind of final stubbornness, daring him to argue.

Then she stepped back, leaving him to the room. "I'll let you settle in," she said, "But I'll be down the hall if you need anything, all right?" She smiled, polite as ever, and then turned back down the hall.