"You feel like a place I want to stay forever. This," and she gestured to the coffee on the table and the book beside him. "This feels like how it's meant to be. Home, Jase. You feel like home, and it doesn't matter if we're here, or in a tent in Escea, or knee-deep in snow in Anglia. It just feels like my home is supposed to be where you are. I don't know what you call that feeling."
