This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"...I calmed down after I realized nothing was going to eat me immediately - and I wasn't worried about you - was worried about Fëanáro, had a bunch of language books around to distract him if he showed up and couldn't leave right away -"
"If he didn't get insta-eaten. I don't have a way to distinguish between 'the Valar successfully protected me' and 'turns out Materia only cares about science done on its turf'."
"I am not mentioned in even the long versions of their history but I think I can piece together what I would have done. I think after the harbor massacre I would have been unwilling to keep following Fëanáro absent any reason to think I could calm him down, which it does not seem like anyone was able to do."
"Yeah."
Here is Bella's place. She shows him in and collects her nonredundant belongings.