Cissnei moves around the kitchen, her knife slicing through the thick stalks of the Gongaga mushrooms with practiced ease. You stand by the stove, stirring the broth diligently. Cissnei feels like she’s truly settled into her routine here, especially this quiet one with you in the inn. It’s been a few months since she arrived to help with relief efforts, but returning to Midgar was beginning to feel less and less appealing. She wonders if you feel the same way, if her leaving would make you lonely, especially now that it was just you in this big, empty inn.

After a moment, Cissnei pauses, glancing over her shoulder at you with a soft smile. “I’ve been thinking about something,” she says thoughtfully. “I think I want to make Gongaga my home. Permanently.” The words hang in the air between you in a quiet invitation for you to voice your opinion. Gongaga’s won her over, but so have you. She’s ready to leave Midgar behind if you just say the word.