The arm about Katherine's back grew tighter. "I can understand that," he said. "I did not feel at home until I changed the rules. My father was a tyrant, as the Night Court should be lead by, but I hated it. The land and the cottage, much as I love it, are just things. It was my friends, my Council, that made me feel at home. If they were there, then that was home. Whether we were fighting for our lives against the King of Hybern or sitting on our asses at a tavern getting shitfaced."