She nearly asks why me, but the echo of a conversation a demiplane away still lingers in her ears. Whatever you've done, I'm worse, she'd claimed. Left her true shape only hinted at, mostly veiled in shadow. Though Erin lacks the details, there's enough there, isn't it, to imply what hasn't been directly said.

She lays her hand in Erin's.

"I do. With the disclaimer that I'm not quite the one to know what home looks like, but...that'll reveal itself in time, won't it?"