"It's a place to..." She trails off, brow furrowing. "Her? You sure we're talkin' 'bout the same Keeper, Lights?" Her memories of the Keeper are, at best, murky, but she's fairly certain it had been a man's voice that called her to attention. The being of white wrapped in dark clothes that dances at the edge of her thoughts is a man, too. Isn't it?

"Thought he was a man."