"I can't pretend to know what that feels like," Sana admitted. She never truly had a home or a place like one. Growing up she traveled and at nights they slept in wagons and even the wagons were like a house on wheels she had left that life a long time ago. There were moments where she longed for the sound of a violin and times she missed certain members of her family she had not seen in so many years but she wouldn't call that homesick by any stretch of the imagination.

	"What is your homeland like?" she asked, slightly intrigued to what it was like since it was somewhere she had not ventured to before in her life.