"...I miss home, yes. Everything is so different here." He misses their customs, the way they do things, the familiarity of knowing where he is and the people around him. The feeling of belonging somewhere.

He falls into step with her, his fingers curled around the handle of the basket, his gaze focused ahead. "I miss my sister." But he doesn't miss the feeling of being weak and useless next to more experienced sect leaders.

"...It's complicated." He continues after a few moments as they head for the edge of town. "But I'm sure you miss your brother too."