I'll leave the light on

Mildew

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?

Mildew did note, in her own mind, that Wessex didn't really answer her question - danced around it with another. She didn't point it out though, that in of itself enough of an answer for her to ponder over. "Oh yes. The Order...I met them. They're very self important." She laughed. "I don't think they'll get very far if they insist on being so militant." Whether or not she wanted them to succeed was left unsaid.

"The Voice has put you in a difficult position, to be sure." Turning around the perspective on the situation, she sighed. "I wish there were easy answers, dear."

At the very least, they had worked together to try and find Mabel, even if they had not in the end. "Hm. If your friend is an Ascended, wouldn't the Voice perhaps have an idea of where she is? I don't know how closely she tracks you all, but..." She shrugged; maybe it was worth a try.

She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?