Redhawk Caldera So I've made an art out of forgettin' well

It was funny how it seemed Maia experienced the opposite of what Eljay did (and the same, in some way; still seeing his original home as 'home', even if the copse had certainly grown into a home for him over time, too). I understand that, he said, even though he really hoped that Maia could find a home elsewhere; preferably with him. I hope you find uhm, I hope some other place can be that for you, too, at some point — home. Eljay smiled at her while he hoped it would be this place, but he could understand if the Fen could be it. Whatever place it was, he just really wished she could feel at home somewhere else. Somewhere of her own choosing. Preferably with him there, too.

Eljay was actually glad that they wouldn't go very far. Travel was, after all, still daunting to him and when they went farther, he always felt like he lost grip of where he was; a scary thought. Not going far suited him well enough. Oh, that's great. I'd love to see them. What's your favourite nearby pretty place? he asked, curious to see where she'd take them.