Consuela, having died and entered the lifestream, wanders into his area of the lifestream and just starts vaccuming the non-existent floor.
Guarding a new soul splashed as a spark of Lifestream wasn’t part of his job actually. But since Aerith were out to watch over the entire planet then he’s a househusband waitin’ for the spouse after work—kinda! Not wrong tho’, he was the jobless one here and his girl is the last remained Cetra. Hence, he treated those who wanders into his area like a guest to be welcomed.
He had learned from her by the way. Hope not makin’ any mistake!
“Want a cup of tea, Grandma?” He turn his and Aerith’s usual endless horizon of yellow garden to be a manifest house. Always stay polite to an old lady, he said. “Not a best serving, but please take a good seat, anythin’ that makes you feel at home.”