Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

Big bad Dwins did not cry and yet all she could think of was the great things she had had at home. Mom, dad, her annoying, but very much beloved bunch of siblings and cousins, aunties and uncles and how even with all she had seen and experienced, Brecheliant's light seemed to shine brighter and better. This was not, how an explorer should feel. At least not to her knowledge, collected from stories of great adventures and family anecdotes.

The sense of miserableness was so sudden and overwhelming that she hardly heard, what Val told her. About his dead mom, who probably was a ghost or a demon or an angel somewhere (she believed that even in death there was choice). And then about the two very much living ones and she envied him for that - having those two moms so near, while hers was so far away. She had to remind herself that this had been her choice, her parents had not wished to see her go this early. Perhaps they had been right and it was even harder to admit to yourself, when you were in such a hurry to grow up and be an adult. 

"Depends, how you define "lost"," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "If I was supposed to go in one direction, but chose to go in the opposite - does that counts as me being lost?" an explorer should know - she was of opinion that she was not lost, but a second view was very welcome.