Phaedra is one odd, not knowing the true weight of her words while all the same know they are heavy. It is so simple in her mind, so obvious and yet she has found that each mind has its own version of what is simple and obvious. Her mind grasped the concepts of life and death early on, embraced the light and the True Angel. She found a sort of peace in these things, and a need to spread it like flame. Yet, her True Angel ha disappeared, likely spreading the Truth further and further out and Phaedra did...miss the True Angel, finding life as a loner a different experience. She knew she could always go to Diveen, the home of the Angels, yet what is it that they have there when they do not listen to what she says?

Even in silence, it appears this Gaia listened and at least absorbed her words. It was something that made her black ears flicker towards the girl as the sun said its last goodbyes. Phaedra did not mind the company, nor the touch. She was never the kind to mind it less they speak ill of tongue.

Gaia speaks in reply, the words of being wise was something that Phaedra did not agree with, and her head shook naturally in response. Yet, this girl was comforted with the knowledge that Phaedra shared. She nodded in silence to his response initially as stars begin to smile upon them from above, the other woman mentioning them as the light of the night.

"It is not I that is wise. The knowledge is all around, all you must do is sniff it out," she states in a rather blunt manner, nebulous eyes of gold and violet swirling as she gazed at the flickering sparkles above.

"The light of stars is dim, but everlasting. They may move, but do you notice that they are always the same and return to their place of origin in the end? I think that goes for us all," she states with her huskier voice, feeling the chill of winter night come in the nip of the breeze. Phaedra was naturally attracted to light and warmth, her larger form leaning in closer to Gaia in these moments. It is only natural for the large woman to seek out and create new warmth.

"It will be cold on this night- care you to share warmth to fight off the coming shivers?" she asks, knowing that even a sheltered den is not as good as the warmth of another being, another life, to help ward off the cold of the night.