[ It is pitch black, but if you wake up in some tandem with Ilde it will never be quite that. The charm around her neck glows, and she unclasps the chain to lift the ball of still burning cinders overhead, to make it easier to see. It shines on her face, pale and grim. ]

Are you alright? I can make further light, but it will have an effect upon you.

[ Something this modern is not familiar to her, at all. She gets lost almost immediately upon wandering off on her own. This doesn't frighten her, precisely. She can still hear Circle members chattering intermittently on the comm, she can call for help if she truly can't find a way back...

She pauses as she hears some unfamiliar sound, as her mind turns that constant whirring into voices singing or murmuring... The human mind is very good at that and she frowns. She lifts her hand to touch the charm around her neck for comfort. ]

Who's there?

[ Her voice is small but stern in the empty hallways. ]

[ As soon as she hears a garden has been found, she wants to see it. But her dismay shows almost immediately when she gets there and sees the state of it. There's no one to blame, there's no one here to tend to it, but it disturbs her all the same. ]

No, no, no...

[ She whispers, reaching out to touch many of the plants individually, like acknowledging unique children. She digs her fingertips into the soil... It feels dry more than anything else, smells earthy enough for her to assume the plants simply haven't been watered or weeded in much, much too long.

First, she tries to invigorate them with her Astoria-power. Lights swirl around her like little faeries, but rather than reaching out to invigorate the plants, they stay around her. They clearly think they have nowhere to go, nothing to do. She gives up quickly, instead deciding, ]

It will have to be worked on by hand...

[ Tending the garden isn't why they're here, at all, but she rolls up her sleeves and starts on it almost immediately. ]