He waited, simply listening. He understood not wanting to leave a home, and Nell was bonded to hers in a way that was different and yet in ways similar to what he'd known in Yiling. Taking herself away from here was an ache that wasn't made up for in the process, but staying? Staying was equally impossible. The safety of her home relied on her being there, but also on her leaving.

So he waited, as she hurt, as she protested, as she brought her tear-stained fingers to bear on the bark of a tree, then wrapped her arms around it. Parting wasn't easy.

When her hands met his, he folded his fingers over them, nodding to her once.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Next time, we'll make sure you come back here in the way you're meant to be. Right now, ah... Did you anchor on Diagad?"