Jennah sighed as she watched the young boy step into the portal then tiredly shook her head, a clear expression of concern on her face. She turned around to examine the container which kept Jenova captive, trying to assure herself that even though she had broken the casing, the creature inside would not be escaping any time soon. Her eyes ran across the large cracks in the side where she had utilized a spell to shatter the glass, which created a gushing stream of liquid that steadily seeped out of the container and caused Jenna to frown in discontent. Still, she found nothing to be overly troubled about and nodded to herself as if to tell herself that everything would be fine before she stepped into the portal herself.
Unlike the child, Jenna was able to glide through the portal with ease, having accustomed herself to this form of travel for years. She simply allowed the forces within the vortex to take her to her destination, not minding the acceleration nor the tugging. However, she had never managed to perfect the precarious art of landing from portals. So, despite all her years of experience, she still wound up being unceremoniously spat out of the portal as if she were a disagreeable slice of fruit.
She gasps in pain as she hit the ground on her side, which caused the air to be roughly knocked out of her and left quite a powerful stinging reminder of her ungraceful exit. However, she quickly shakes off the pain and stands up, for she now had a youth to look over and, despite any of her own problems, she could not allow herself to be incapacitated or weak. She hurriedly looks around the area, sighing in relief as she spots Seph and walks over to him.
She tilts her head as she hears his question, confused as to why he’s even asking. “I thought I told you before I opened the portal, boy. We are at my home, Halcyon.” She waves her hand at the surrounding area then allows it to drop, shrugging. “There’s not much to it, but it’s home.”
She looks down at him once more, curiously studying him and once again allowing her mind to ponder her insecurities. She knows nothing about raising children, so why should she believe that she’ll ever make a good adoptive mother. Still, this little one has no one else, and he reminds her so much of herself when she was young. So, despite her fears of screwing up his life, she still feels like it is her duty to help him.