She cherished her friends in her heart, especially in a foreign land.
She was grateful to have someone with her at this time.
She had been prepared to enjoy a hotpot meal, have a few drinks, and lay home all day; she hadn't expected Yukon Carbon to come back from Old York.
It was quite the surprise.
Yukon walked her through the streets; it was Jasmine Yale's first visit, and she was curious about everything.
"When you miss home, you can come here," Yukon said.
Jasmine held a little porcelain doll, her eyes devoid of much turbulence.
She had no home.
And there was no question of missing or not missing a home.
She didn't know when she might have a home; the more she desired something, it seemed, the more elusive and unreachable it became.
The word "home" was too far from her.
She didn't wish to lead this unstable life where no one cared even if she was running a fever.
Unfortunately … she didn't know when she would have a home.