Maybe it's a combination. But if there's anything Gaia would probably have been reluctant, without any other impetus, to let anyone manipulate would be her memories. Or what comes close. Of course, what might be a fallacy in this line of thinking is that she's still struggling at times to separate what memories are hers and what belong to others.

Well for now she seems to be addressing the issue in her own way. Gaia nods, "I'll definitely let you know if I have questions." But time is going on and D's comment brings a faint smile.

"I'm glad we could talk like this." About her history, the memories. And... finding something a little in common enough that both could understand the struggles in their own way. Standing, Gaia reaches out a hand in an offer to reclaim D's mug. "You go to rest. I'll clean up here." Though she does glance at the kettle and adds in an afterthought. "Though if you want to take another mug upstairs, just bring it back down before you leave. Oh and sorry to have to ask you this. But if you could check to make sure Jarem isn't up to anything before you rest..."

She would but... really. Nightmare horse. Who probably would listen to D far more than if Gaia went out there. Whatever the case, she'll set about doing her part of the cleanup and leave the dhampir to his own devices.