Grouse Thicket Odysseus has arrived at Ithaca

"Well, it is not as if we are settling with total strangers or his worst enemies or with any of his former love interests," Wraen replied, smiling and appreciating the loyalty Maia had for Terance. He needed good friends and loyal allies in the world to counter-weigh all the bad stuff that had happened to him and weighed him down in the last year or two. 

"Just think - half-a-world over he will also have a pocket of friends and family, if he ever needs it," she added, though she highly doubted that her brother would ever travel this far. He was more comfortable with bliss and joys that a stable, permanent home offered. Honestly, at this point Wraen was not too overjoyed by the prospects of setting on her way again, when temptation of food and warm bed was so close at hand.

And for a moment she considered lying and telling - yes, sure, we will travel a lot and see Terance again - when in reality she was worn-out and really did not know, whether she wanted to walk all those miles again just to see him. After all they were estranged siblings, better off without each other than together. "I think that I have done my fair share of travelling at the moment," Wraen said. "Now I feel like Odysseus in Circe's gardens, who took a long break from touring and did not leave for many years," perhaps that spell, which had kept the ancient hero on the spot, was a rather direct metaphor for being worn-out and wishing some peace and quiet. 

"Tell you what - give it time - and I might think differently in spring or summer," she said, thinking that with more light, warmth and food she would change her mind. "And if I do not, then you can be my messenger of well-wishes to Terance. Does that sound fair?" she asked.