"In some ways," Mila answered honestly, her voice soft as she studied his hands on the glass. "But mostly I miss it. It was home - this... it really is not. I did not know myself there, but that was alright because I did not have to. Here I do. And I still don't."
She was silent for a moment, thinking about whether or not this was better, before she turned to him and asked, "Are you hungry?"