Celia looked down, considering the tips of her fingers for a moment. She had come back from that, and from the paperweight, and been all the stronger for both. And now she was here, and this change had definitely been for the best.

"One of my gifts is that I can do that, whenever I wish, without necessarily having to relocate," she offered, looking up from her hands. She shrugged, and her dress shifted color from a pale grey wool to a dark, rich blue velvet in a matter of seconds. "If my surroundings or circumstances aren't to my liking...it's exceptionally easy for me to fix that. And sometimes -- yes. That's all it needs. It's not always real, or permanent, but it can help."