None of the places in this world are a home to her. None of them feel comfortable, peaceful - nothing like the wilderness she longs for, the place she hoped to make her own. She already longs for the forests she had spent her life in, to settle back among the trees and the leaves, to feel at home there in a way she had never been able to manage anywhere else. The Temple to Usir had come close, but the feeling of home had been linked only to Myr, not to the place; without her, it meant nothing.

Her own egg is kept safe with a bag at her side, a raven constantly on guard to make sure that nothing happens to it. Their new connection with one another made Lauralae feel crazed at first, but now she recognises it, understands it; she basks in what it means and accepts it. Rav'ahm has come to know her, loves her, and she feels the same kind of burst of affection in return.

She jumps when the panda approaches, her hand dropping to the Vampir dagger at her side before she breathes out and pauses, stopping, staring. Jon had told her of an excitable companion when they had been unboxing on the beach; perhaps this is another, or one in the same. To Lauralae everyone in these worlds must know one another - they all speak and greet each other like family, so to her they are all equal in knowledge, in understanding of each other.

Pushing herself up, she relaxes when she spots Dany, fingers falling away. Rav'ahm squawks high in the trees, a soft noise, alerting, calming.

"I was not waiting long." A pause, moving forward, careful, eyes darting here and there. "Did you keep yours as well?"