[Sometimes, you can't go home again. Yanking his boots off, setting to them the side one by one.]

Mm. Not exactly either of those things. Suppose home was with the Carnival for a while, wherever we'd pull to the side of the road for the evening, or had the tent set up outside whatever the next backwater village was. And then once that was done, it's the nearest campfire, or the shitty inn the Nein can scrap the silver together for. And for now, it's here. Spring dorm.