[This is the courtyard where she found Ban drunk after Nalawi. This is the tree under which she had often sat and read when the weather was fair. This is the stone she often tripped over on her way to the greenhouse. This was the corner where she'd listened to Alice's lute playing.
Every corner of Oska seems filled with memories suddenly, seems more precious than it had been.
Finally she turns to Graham, fingers lacing somewhat anxious in her lap.]
... does Oska feel like home to you?
[Did it feel like that to her, after all this time?]
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Every corner of Oska seems filled with memories suddenly, seems more precious than it had been.
Finally she turns to Graham, fingers lacing somewhat anxious in her lap.]
... does Oska feel like home to you?
[Did it feel like that to her, after all this time?]