Ahnasha seemed to be more confused than anything. Out of everything he could have said, homesick was something she certainly did not expect. After glancing back up the stairs for a few seconds, she walked with him to her bedroll, which was more out of the way. She was worried for a few reasons, especially at the concept that he might have actually listened to Irenya on something. She sat down beside him and placed her hand on his back. She tried to appear sympathetic, though her confusion was still obvious. 

"Don't tell me that it's nothing. I know that's not true. What do you mean by homesick? Don't tell me that something she said actually got to you? No matter how she tries to explain it away, that woman is a bigot. Don't let her change your mind on who you are or aren't supposed to be." Ahnasha said.