She presses her lips together for a moment, swallowing back a remark in the light of I wasn't looking for validation for once, because it would probably be - at its root - a lie.

"I know that," she does say, with a brief wave of dismissal. "Anyway, the point is - I feel conflicted because this can't exactly be called temporary. We've been travelling together for ages now, long enough for me to learn details about people, about their worlds, long enough to know I'd miss them.

"So I can't throw myself at an open beacon without any hesitation, is that I am saying. I would hesitate, as much as I want to return home and resume my life there too."