"I would I were rooted again in my forest, in Inglewood. I know not how else to tell thee, except that there is that in my blood which is unlike thine, and sick for want of my home." A pause; her words are very measured, she's making the effort to try and explain this in a way that won't be hurtful, because she knows it could be easily. "It is not that I wish to leave thee, but that this place is strange to me. I sought to ride home yesterday, for I was overcome, and to that end I meant to distract thee with the jousting. But I had not got far when I feared for thee, and gained my thoughts again, and I came back."