[She huffs a small laugh out over the task under her hands, though the sensation of good humor seems a thin veneer. The needle works through layers of fabric, colored thread aping the elaborate embroidery in this section of the robes she's repairing. It isn't embroidery, not really, but it looks close enough on top to pass.]

No, I'm not alone. We're all a brood. [Siva'co, Collector, Lyr. There's an empty dead shape that extends beyond it, but they've been gone a long time and the quiet of those nerve endings is... expected. Not so tender as to sting from being mentioned in passing.]

What I mean is you've been spoiled for choice. Not a criticism- [These young things are so very ready to be sharp, aren't they?] -just a fact. I can't imagine what it must have been like to come to the Station and have so many Hosts there with you. I'm sure it's weird now but--

[Something low and stormy moves beneath the texture of her mind, some thought turning toward a sharper melancholy.]

--You'll get used to it. People get used to lots of things. If you're by yourself, you might get put with other Hosts by themselves too. And Bellamy was yours, right? He hasn't been asleep so long. He could wake up again.