It's not that Saya is in her sylie - in fact, she isn't there very often. It's simply a space that she doesn't feel the need to constantly patrol, and she can't get anything but sleep and eating there done anyway. So it's not that she's in there.
In fact, she's not in the Warehouse at all, but when someone enters her sylie, she knows almost immediately. It's her space, sacred, special, somewhere that is wholly hers, and a person in there, finding it, is something that she is aware of completely.
That isn't to say she doesn't expect someone in there.
In fact, she's been waiting for that feeling, like a splinter under the nail, but she hasn't been dreading it: no, she's been waiting with a kind of perverse relish.
Well no one told me about her how many people cried, but it's too late to say you're sorry;
In fact, she's not in the Warehouse at all, but when someone enters her sylie, she knows almost immediately. It's her space, sacred, special, somewhere that is wholly hers, and a person in there, finding it, is something that she is aware of completely.
That isn't to say she doesn't expect someone in there.
In fact, she's been waiting for that feeling, like a splinter under the nail, but she hasn't been dreading it: no, she's been waiting with a kind of perverse relish.