Cloud leaned back against the wall, curling his arms around her shoulders, his chin settling on the top of her head. "Shelke is... complicated. She's nineteen, but her body is that of a nine year old." Cloud wasn't sure how to explain the rest. Vincent was the one who'd gone in and discovered it all first hand.

"She belonged to an organisation called Deepground. It was... a horrible group. They attacked Kalm about a year after the deal with the Remnants." He sighed softly, remembering how horrible it had felt when only a year after their last disaster another came along. "Vincent did a lot of work to bring them down; we all helped in our own ways... and Shelke was freed. She was allowed to be Shelke again, instead of just a... vessel for Lucrecia Cresent's memories."

It was a difficult story, and there were still parts he had to ask Shelke about. It had only been a few weeks since she'd started living with them, after all. "She hasn't been living with us long. Just a few weeks... but she's fitting in well. She's very serious and formal... but sometimes you see the child in her, which is nice."