Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

Gannet was so blithely unaware of how terrible the question he'd just asked was, at least until she answered. The way she said home made him question, and while there was no way for him to entirely put the pieces together, he could infer enough. Home was her favorite place, but she was here. That meant she could no longer be there.

Home where? He asked, his manner as calm as usual. He'd committed to helping her to talk, and this single word had brought up a slew of new things. Gannet had once known a home too, and it was a place he considered gone now as well. It had been gone, for him, the moment his parents died (though he didn't know that at the time). He didn't know how she'd lost hers, but he was interested in hearing about what it had been like.