[ Oh, Jean. Ororo holds her hands and closes her eyes, letting Jean have a look. There's a distant sense of regret - her own relationship with Scott here wasn't the closest. A little strained - but that was due to when he'd come from. A difficult time, when the two of them had been at... ideological odds. Her most recent memories of Scott are fond and friendly. Taking down hostile Kree with Jean herself, like any other day of the week.

But in this city, her memories of Scott Summers are careful cups of coffee, an occasional spar in the gym. Passive aggressive reminders to go take care of yourself, to make sure people are checking in on you. Terse get-togethers for meals, but with the sense that they are both trying, because of how much they mean to each other despite everything. ]

Logan and Kurt have better memories with him, I'm sure. And Nate, of course. [ A light touch of regret. She should have tried a little harder to bridge whatever gap there was between them. But they were both stubbornly alike and that made things difficult for everyone around. ]

[ All that aside, she keeps a hand around Jean's, as she internalizes the rest of her concerns. ]

I have an apartment here in the Up. Provided by the city for all Dominants - while your quarters are... they should be in the Down, a train and an elevator ride away. [ She squeezes her grip over Jean's fingers. ] But you can stay with me until we settle the rest of your needs. [ There was the matter of a contract, of course. She'd offer it, but only once they're truly in private. ]