:Huh,: she says, disregarding her immediate, contrary response about being expected to go anywhere. Need shifts the hallucination of her presence, as if she's moved to peer over Miguel's other shoulder. :Well, I suppose if it's temporary. I don't remember if we had anything like that when I was still kicking.:

She really doesn't. There are no Twins now, only a variation on Healer and Fighter as one being - all the gods and spirits she used to look to are different now. There were... wards for spirits, she still knows how to keep malevolent ones at bay and to consult with friendly ones, but all that is a very different matter.

Lonely? It had been once. That kind of thing doesn't really bother her anymore, though. Need doesn't want him thinking too hard about this particular topic. :Mind telling me something about this guardian?: