Dyssia is [i]rapt.[/i]

Weird word, that? Normally it conjures images of snakes and swirly eyes and sheer silks and a stark monofocus, but everywhere she turns, she finds more to be fascinated by. She's entranced, as it were, by everything she sees.

Gaia! Cradle, homeplace, birth of species! Admittedly, for another species, so she's probably not getting the full impact, but something that's important!

Not important enough to--

She's glad that some people stayed, anyway. Some people looked at the wreckage of business and industry and space and travel and said "this is home." Anyone can leave if they want!

Anyone. There's a twinge at that, a pang of bittersweet.

The idea of a planet so unloved that nobody would want to live there feels like swallowing a live coal.

She gestures, and a table (blue, crystal) and some chairs (blue, crystal) and some food (clearly out of place but beloved) are brought forward, and she contrives to indicate through facial expression that they're sorry for all the mess, and this is a lovely planet, and would you like some cookies? They go really well dipped in cocoa!