Ilde smiles sadly at nothing in particular. Perhaps she did not want to be found, perhaps she was ready not to share her garden with anyone, to have made it for herself... It would be the first time that she was not inheriting a garden someone else had created. She had not planted it, but she had dreamed of it, immaculately placed every flower and shrug by its uses more than by its name. She looks forward to introducing herself to them all.

She seats herself on the ground beside Cathaway's perch. "Tell me more, about us."

For Ilde, this is still something which means 'of the same creed' more than 'of the same mind' not that any of the other hosts tended to care, some of them actively cringed when she talked about them as a collective group. No matter how benignly.

"What is the Station, to us? It lives, it exists outside of time and space, it can give me a garden I have only ever dreamed of..." But how, but why.