"Ah," Gela says, being so carefully neutral that it probably says exactly what she thinks of it, given the response is so muted. She is looking at the cups and then watching him lift the teapot to pour, his free hand touching the lid to keep it where it is, and the tea smells nice, floral, safe. She tucks a leg up underneath of herself and accepts the cup, sinking into the seat.

"I haven't stayed in there before." Not for that long anyway; of course she's visited, always bringing things along with her to leave behind. It feels strange to have not come along with the rest of Riftwatch, she should have been there to ensure that this happened. Did anybody bring things just to leave them? They could have not thought to.

The eluvian to Nevarra is not that far from where they're sitting now and Gela could go, she could, and at the same time has no idea if she's able to.

"What was it like? The city. How is it?"