"I like your way of thinking, I'm sticking with that," Clara says with a soft smile in return, but then her features soften at his mention of homesickness.

"I can't say I've ever been in a bathhouse, but I do know about missing home. Good or bad in the end, this inn is the first place we've had to really think; all I could do before was try to survive and make sure my friends were alright."

If she knew him better, she might reach out, but instead, she offers another smile. "Tell me about home?"