Raising her cup in turn, Keleios drew a deep breath of the familiar, fragrant brew, setting the steam to swirling as she exhaled. There was a weight on her shoulders, and in her chest that she couldn't quite place a finger on--but it wasn't quite homesickness. Guilt, maybe, for not feeling homesick, or trying harder to find a way back.
"Is it selfish that I'm glad to be away from the troubles of my own world?"