She couldn't sleep. Only once in two or three months was she able to truly slumber, and even then it was against her will. She was lucky to have Abra, who fended off fiends for her when she fell into a small coma during battle. All night she stared up at the hanging sheets of the inns ceiling, finding patterns. Some would call this ritual of sleepless rest boring, but it gave Sena time to consider her travels. What had drawn her to Besaid? 

It was just a nearby town, she supposed... but something felt very wrong. An ache spread from the tips of her toes to the nerves crawling along her spine. As the sun rose her body wouldn't rest any longer. She picked herself up and tied her cloak around her body, putting her hair up into its high ponytail. Her gear all put on, she walked to the center of the village, and let the sun wash its warm rays over her. It was actually a chilly morning, but to her the wind carressing her arms felt delicious, and it made her sad that most places weren't so lenient with their tropical weather. Her piercing blue gaze fell on the temple doors, and she felt drawn to it... like seeing the doors of an old friends home...

Sena climbed the few steps and entered, seeing Gippal and a dark haired girl speaking. She looked ahead, seeing... a familiar brunette, with mismatched eyes. How could that be? She had never seen her before. She shook it off and went further into the temple. Looking up the stairs from the bottom step into the cloister of trials, sealed by the door unused in many years, her ache only grew... She went up a few steps hesitantly.