"Um." It wasn't that she didn't know Barnabas was a psychic, it was just that she couldn't remember what he did. Apart from the telepathy. Recently she couldn't not remember that. Then there was the demon attack that her mind refused to drop... All in all, it left it difficult to pin down that one other part. "Oh, he's psychic. A finder and a telepath. He hasn't been well recently, but he's getting better. There was a demon attack before I arrived and... and... Well I don't know what happened, but he's improved quite a bit since I found everyone." Which really wasn't terribly long ago. "He isn't really mine and Caelia's father; ours died when I was very, very little. But I don't remember ever having another one, so..." She shrugged rather than finish the sentence. It sounded a little harsh to just say that it did not matter when obviously someone had died, so it did. It did to Caelia, but she had been older. Cheila had never been troubled by it, though. Not even on the very few occasions when she had been told how he died. "He makes mother happy." That was the important part. 'And yet the birds are those with a steady trail of thought,' Lala remarked, slightly disbelieving. She had heard the term 'bird-brained' and didn't appreciate it much. Where others might have given an almost sheepish smile in response, Cheila practically beamed. "No, I don't get bored. I think I get distracted before then, or I let my mind just float off." She was very guilty of the latter.
"My family worships the ancient gods, though I suppose they are not all that ancient if they are still paid homage." Cheila was fairly quickly to brush aside any ideas that she followed any of the other religions she had been told of. None of them made the slightest bit of sense to her. Which was terrible of her to even think, really, because she was raised better than that and should knew to be more tolerant of the religions of others even when she didn't have the attention span to listen for long enough. How else could she expect anyone to tolerate or try to understand her own Gods? She would never ask that anyone be a believer unless they were truly interested, but... 'You're wandering a little.' "The Gods of the wind, or Anemoi. Boreas, Notus, Eurus and Zephyrus. North, South, East and West respectively. The other religions I have learned of since coming to this country are strange to me. Their places of worship are all... bricked in." Which made Cheila feel just a little ill. And Rina's almost-question confused her for the briefest moment. Part of her considered such training to being synonymous to living in the temple. That they had to be in Greece... but that was silly. Her mouth opened once before snapping shut and she rearranged her thoughts. "I've not been in Scarlet Oak very long--" 'Almost a month.' "--and the twins have only just moved into the house properly. I don't know how long everyone else has been here... I... didn't think to ask." Her face painted itself with guilt at the last part. She had been too busy trying to-- 'Trying to settle, Cheila.' And pretend nothing was wrong. 'You can get small marshmallows. The kind that goes on top of hot chocolate. I like those.' "You steal them out of my cup," Cheila pointed out. "I don't know anything about possibly-electric things. I break them. - Not deliberately, though." 'Some can, I think. It depends on the phone.' The elemental just blinked at her familiar.