If anyone had told Celestina that she would be willing purchasing a headstone and a small plot in a graveyard, she would have laughed in their face. This was something that a person should only have to go through once, and she had done it when she had buried her parents, but…here he was, ordering another for people that she didn’t even know. Would never know…all to bring their daughter some peace, and a place that she could pay her respects to them and mourn when she needed.

Fish people and cat people. It was too much to ask for to have people who were normal that she could love. Obviously normal humans would just never be good enough for her. She needed someone more…exotic in order to be happy.

The very thought made the young woman smirk as she continued writing down options for the headstone.

It had to be black, something that would absorb enough heat to stay warm most of the time. She wanted it to be a place that cats could come to and sleep on. That idea had come to her in the middle of the night and she had liked it.

Black and warm, big enough for a cat to stretch out, with attachments for a food and water bowl…if cats had been that important up on Daphne…then the grave would treat them as important as they could be.

There were going to be markings on the stone as well, along with the words that Daphne had asked for. A sleeping cat and whiskers. Something cute. Something friendly. The grave wasn’t…supposed to make her sad. Celestina wanted it to be a place that the Senshi could find comfort. Peace.

A place of her own in this strange city.

Thankfully, with her money, and the fact that Destiny City was known to be so strange…and people often had odd ideas for their loved ones headstones, Celestina didn’t get too many odd looks, and when she went to the gravesite, at the edge of the cemetery, she smiled, nodding in approval at the stone.

There was a large space of grass that would be comfortable enough to sit in. A large enough space to have a picnic, should Daphne choose to.

Placing a small flower pot with a budding silvervine plant to the side of the grave, she carefully filled the food and water bowl and admired her work for a few minutes before leaving.

Daphne would like it, she was sure. If she didn’t…that was okay too. She didn’t have to like it, but as long as Celestina was around, she would see that the grave was taken care of, the food and water filled, and the silvervine tended to. It was the least that she could do, and Daphne was worth it.

If it would make her little kitten smile again, she would do anything that she had to. Even if that meant doing things she had never imagined that she would have to.

Even if it meant leaving everything else behind.