Returning to Summerview, where she'd started to think of as home, was actually very complex. Between interviewing at a new location for her job, getting another apartment, her belongings out of storage and separating her things and Gaelan's things, Circe was beginning to wonder how mortals did this on a regular basis.
She'd upended her life to go home, for her mother, because when Pixie's started to fight it could get out of hand fast. And they knew that if Leda and cousin Pol kept escalating the pranks, it would get very out of hand, like the last time the family got into a spat. At this stage in her life, Medea didn't need that. Circe was happy to have gone back, seen her family, let Gaelan figure out what he wanted to do now.
But she'd known, when she put her belongings in storage, took her leave from work and headed back to the family, that she wanted to come back, to this life she was building up for herself. Her new apartment wasn't too far from where the last one had been, still owned by the same people who remembered her well enough to rent to her again. She was in the process of moving some of her stuff, arms full, so it didn't surprise her that she ended up dropping something. "Oh, thanks," she had three bags full of stuff, an armful of cushions and a bag over her shoulder with kitchen knick-knacks. Luckily it wasn't keys or anything, just a pair of hand towels. "Need to wash those again I guess."
And then Circe actually looked up, as she juggled things to take the towels back, "Oh, hey," the appreciate smile turned into a genuine warm smile, recognising Ellie -which of course, "how've you been?"