She understands the words have a tinge of sadness to them, but she makes no notation of it as she steps closer, motioning her upward palm toward Parsee and the cat. "It's a bit ridiculous, having a cat tell you exactly where you are, but if you read the scroll... it holds nothing but the truth."

Gardens with talking animals, where everything seems to flawlessly beautiful―she knows there is something dark hidden behind all that beauty. Nothing is flawless, everything in it's beauty is set to fall at sometime―hurting something or someone in the process of it all.