[ She peers carefully, but doesn't reach out for it. It would be terribly rude, to grab at such a personal treasure — and if the thought of holding something from another world terrifies her at a deep, primal level, well. No one else needs to know. ]

It's lovely. No doubt it shall be a grand tree. [ Like the ones in the alienage, she thinks, but he doesn't need to know that either, how vivid the oak a symbol of squalor. ] Perhaps you might bring something of ours back, when you go.

[ She smiles a little at that. ]

What is it like, your home?