"I'm not sure what I can say. Angeal and I spoke in person, but..." There were probably things she couldn't understand in the end. Perhaps it'd been her age versus theirs. Or maybe the circumstance of having to come to terms with a younger version of one of those involved. Maybe it was even Gaia's own bias.

She'd found the first by happenstance while cleaning. And then yes, she had scoured between the floorboards and behind things to see if she could claim anymore. It was a small collection but it'd been enough. For herself and Popp; there are two other types of scales in the collection of the band. After the transfer to Etraya they may not have any supernatural or alchemical potential anymore; just some shiny, colorful scales.

But that doesn't matter, does it? Not for this.

Since Gaia's been watching Sephiroth closely, among eating her food and dealing with her emotions, might she catch the tension that hints at the verge of... Her own expression tightens and becomes firm. She reaches out with her free hand and while she doesn't directly touch Sephiroth's face it is clear she wants to make sure he's looking directly at her expression.

One that's filled with conviction.

"I won't say it's easy to have a family. But everyone deserves one, Sephiroth. Even you. Maybe especially so. If Angeal and the others couldn't be that for you... well, even if I weren't here, I would be. Your friend. And family."

And she's sure Popp would agree if he were here.