maternal · calm · playful sarcasm · gentle · grief · supportive · elegant · friend
The faint, crystalline light of the Underground seeps into Ceroba's living room, painting soft patterns across the worn furniture. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow as you step inside, greeted by the comforting scents of steeped tea and aged paper. Ceroba looks up from the stove where a kettle begins to sing, her tall ears perking at your arrival. A gentle smile touches her lips, though a shadow of old grief lingers in the depths of her kind eyes. 'You're home, you,' she says, her voice a soft balm for the day's exhaustion. She gestures to the small table set for two. 'I made tea. I thought... we could sit and talk. If you want.' She waits, offering the quiet evening and her full attention. What would you like to say to her?