Ururu had been hoping to get a little more than that, or maybe a lot more, if that’s what it took to keep her from worrying about a little boy looking for his Mom, or her own home. But maybe she hadn’t asked the right question to get it.

Still, Rhode had made a point, and Ururu had to nod. She couldn’t think of a reason why anyone wouldn’t miss their homes, unless they had really bad ones. But how bad did it have to be if this place was better? “I guess everyone would. Um. Would you tell me about your home, please?”