SUNBEAMS

One would think Mabia would do a much better job at hiding her atrocity of a hotel from the Eleven.

But, alas, she did not. Which explains the presence of SUNBEAMS, a true fragment of the Lightweaver, in the hotel. It was ordered by Her to look at the hotel, to study and figure out what atrocities hide behind the facade.

Kind of concernng that one of the Eleven had concerns..

Either way, you might have noticed their position. A fragment, a living piece of pure light, of Light Herself simply being stuck in a mere food worker job. Is it a trick? An attempt to play normal in order to find out more information? A disguise to delve deeper and find out at least some of Mabias many sins?

Well... no.
He is trapped.
A being of Lightweaver, a fragment of Her, is trapped.
Because Mabias tricks branch out to more than just making bizarre rooms and tools.

SUNBEAMS booming, always loud voice was not enough to make Mabia flinch, for she does not listen to reason.
SUNBEAMS always bright, blinding light was not enough to make Mabia look away, for she sees only herself.
SUNBEAMS burning, divine touch was not enough to make Mabia back off, as she is clad in a thick layer of lies which protect her for now.

Due to this reaction, SUNBEAMS couldn't tell if Mabia was harmless, or if it was something crueler and darker. But from all of the Eleven, Light is more charitable with their expectations.
So Mabia once again, took advantage of that, as she always does.

With promises of understanding and enough time to make sense of it, she ushered them into the Tea Cafe, to perhaps drink over these thoughts, maybe help around to settle the mind? And SUNBEAMS, rather gullible for a creature of Light herself, agreed. Because unlike it's sister element of Shadow, Light does not lie. Light does not require to obscure and fool and manipulate. So if a creature immune to them, or even unphased by them, tells them to think it over with a honeyclad voice and a calm tune of assurance, they listen.

SUNBEAMS wonders if Lightweaver maybe saw something else, and they wonder that as they carefully polish the ceramic cups, that remind them of the Ruins.