By this point, she's at least feeling well enough to tour the castle again and take in all the damage she's caused, all the while secretly pleased that her ascension had done some good as well. Sure, she might have busted the generator and sent flowering vines creeping through every crack and crevice in the stony castle walls, but at least the starscourge was gone for now. She's sure no one even noticed the storm or the seas lashing up at the base of their home. Not that it really matters at this point.

There are a few she wants to search out, to be sure they're okay… some that she just wants to know have come back from their destroyed daemon state. Even now, sitting up in the gardens on the roof, she's wondering if she should send Era through the halls just to find them. It will definitely help her save the much needed energy.

The irony almost hurts. All that time spent wearing herself out just so she wouldn't overload, and now that she's given in, she's more exhausted than ever. At least her Light is under control now…mostly. The plants nearest her are turning their petals to her as if she were the sun, and she's sure a few vines have shifted her way, but…it's nothing dangerous. In fact… it's almost comforting, to feel their energy interacting with her own. The timing still has her mind in a whirlwind; leave it to fate to have her meltdown actually be useful.

Era's lying comfortably along the back seat of the bench his mistress is perched on, a lazy iguana, basking in both the sunlight and Dove's warmth.