Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

Hopefully soon we'll be able to go back, Rosalyn answered.  She'd expected to feel the same, but oddly, she did not.  Maybe it was the constant rain, but for some reason she felt just as okay here as she had on the moors... and as she had on the plateau.  For a second she felt a strike of melancholy on it... as if she'd lost something she couldn't quite put words to.

I think Solaire and the other children miss it too.  It was less apparent in her siblings, but she'd noticed that they all seemed a bit withdrawn in a way since coming here.  Children were resilient, but change could be hard.