As intently as he studied her, she also studied him. She saw the hesitation, but she only minded that she'd made him uncertain, not that he was taking his time. When his response came, her expression flickered. He'd been here before. She hadn't expected to hear that.
"You have a home here," she said quietly. It wasn't Libria - but from what she'd heard, the City was preferable to that place. It must still feel, to him, like he had come home. The thought that he belonged here made her feel that much more out of place.
"And friends?" she continued, not looking at him. "Are you..." A struggle for the right word, and then: "... happy?"
What if he'd made a family here? What if he had a lover? The thought lifted her head and forced her to look at him again. Chin up. Eyes open. She wanted him to be happy. Whatever that happened to mean.