The Heartwood all she wants

Was he attached to the place? Arrakis blinked, unsure how to answer that one. While he had no ties to any territory, the Heartwood was... comfortable. Safe, perhaps. It certainly was not a home to him - home was wherever Kayi went, though he was loathe to admit it. But it was a familiar place to him, and sometimes that was enough. He frowned with the thought of his failed attempt at love, though it could easily be interpreted as one of contemplation.

After a pause, Arry rolled a slim shoulder in a shrug. "I am not," he decided, and his brow softened as Terance extended an offer of a place among his brethren. His anxiety flared to life as a myriad of questions swarmed his mind: what if they hate me?, why are they travelling?, what's so special to the East?, how many others are with you?, but you barely know me? and most importantly, why me?.

He did not wish to leave silence lingering between them for too long, and so opted for a safer enquiry: "do you think I'd be a good fit?"