"I think, maybe, that could count as a home too. It doesn't always have to be a place with roots in the ground. It can be sitting beside someone who you know will never hurt you, even if they could."

She says it softly, extending the idea out as one might offer out a chick cupped in their hands. Small and fragile, but hopeful all the same.

"Of course, we'll keep looking for that place with roots for you, but...it wouldn't be home without love, would it?"