[Sebastian / Noah shopping for dinner]
"It's less the things like that.." Meghan's not sure where to take this, how to phrase it. "I mean, you've more than got your own cultural...things to be aware of. It's the fact I came back here as...I stopped mattering at all, when I was five. I'd worked my way back to, if not mattering, being someone who could do an important job that I liked, one that helped...there was a purpose in it. And..."She smiles a little.
"I do like babies. Don't want my own, yet, which I ken's a little odd, but maybe not so much for other lasses here." Most of the girls in her year at school seem to not be in any hurry, even if they want the rest, the things that lead to babies after all.
"But I mean, I had something again, I'd managed it myself, and now..."She waves a hand, in a shooeing gesture. "It's hard to think I've much use or value now, considering as I've nothing left. The skills are useless, there's no role for me to play here..." Meghan frowns. "Suppose that's more of where it comes in, that feeling. I don't ken if that's made any sense."