It’s actually really nice. I grew up alone, disliked by demons for my divine have and hated by gods for my demon half (all of which was, I realize now, mostly my self-hatred projecting). Now I’m loved, and deeply too. Sybil is such a caring mom, she took the time to sit me down to ask me all my favourite things so she could memorize them. And when I said I didn’t have a favourite, I dunno, kind of cake because I never had some, Debbie took me try a ton for fun! And her hugs are so nice, warm and soft… plus, the twins immediately began treating me like a sister! I played some music for Jo and she asked if I could teach her, I visited Lily’s gardens and chilled with her… I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.