She listened to him as he spoke, holding her bag close and doing her best to understand what she was hearing. The excitement, lacking a sense of home, missing friends... some of it resonated better than other things. Yet part of what she'd been learning was how to understand those points of view that were different than hers.

Could she understand what he was saying. "It does. You miss the people who can't be with you. They're your home." Not any blue house, or grey house, or any colour house. The people were who he missed. She could understand that. She felt it too. "It doesn't mean that meeting new people and seeing different places isn't interesting. You just also have people to come back to. That's important to you."

It was something important to her, too, for all that her people mostly meant her parents. Until here. Now it was every face she could remember that spoke to her heart as something like home.