Sunset Valley he stole her youth

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home... she mutters softly, the word foreign on her tongue. her ears flick back, then forward again, a gesture of something unspoken.
home is... where heart is, she says slowly, carefully, her numic accent thick but her intent clear. not... always... where born. she tilts her head slightly, eyes still watching him.
she lets her words hang, then lowers her gaze to the ground, her expression softening. her own history of home is fractured, and she knows better than to press the subject too hard.