"That's… terrible," Erik muttered softly, truly feeling sorry for her. He was unable to imagine what it might be like for him if he hadn't been able to store some pictures and mementos from his old home in Frostvik before he left.
Naeku was sitting on Erik's blanket, her legs pulled up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them, her eyes staring into the distance, as sadness flitted through her eyes. "Yeah, it is…"
Her expression immediately improved, however, as her lips curled into a genuine smile. "But… it's not all bad. This city is a marvel! If I had the chance to go back and choose between the city and a few items from my old home, I— I'm not sure what I'd choose."
