Home is this. Things are just things. [ Chariot's grip tightened, feeling the impact she was having on Fang, glad for it, knowing she was capable of easing away the daggers of her heart with at least some of the same grace Fang could for her. She knew how valuable the concept of 'home' was to Fang... and that was just what she meaned to be for her, in every moment she could. ]

When you're ready to talk... if you even want to talk... I'm listening. I'm here.