[ The temporary fairy wings at her back flutter just the slightest. A weekend trip with Thoma sounds... Wonderful, if she were to be completely honest with her self. In many ways, their entire time thus far in this realm has felt like an escape or vacation of sorts; sometimes, she can still hardly believe that this part of her is meant to stay here, now. Sometimes she wakes and thinks, it's time to go back to my duties. But there are no duties, here. No itineraries, schedules, obligations... She has that freedom, and most importantly the time, to do things like go on weekend trips with a friend.

But, of course... She's not the only one who still thinks of home now and then. It gives her comfort to know that she's not alone in that. With their ice cream now collectively enjoyed, she puts the cup down and pats the arm of Thoma's that's still linked with hers again. ]

We will find a way. Until then... We can always remind each other of home in other ways.

Now, then... Shall we continue our search for this feather?