[ It's her usual habit to downplay her negative feelings, to smile them away and move on—but this is Mika, and she doesn't feel as strong a need to put up such a... front. Though she doesn't look at him when she speaks—instead, she stops in front of the woman carved into the rocks, touching her fingers to the apple of her stony cheek. ]
Yes. Admittedly, I... miss it terribly, at times.
[ Now she turns her head to glance at him, her chin angling curiously. ]
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Yes. Admittedly, I... miss it terribly, at times.
[ Now she turns her head to glance at him, her chin angling curiously. ]
Do you miss your home as well? What is it like?