She weighs her answer and its potential ramifications, although she ensures it appears like she's mulling it over for the first time. Informing Strange of how she feels in Thedas is not something she approaches lightly. Offering this to him means she can see how he wields it. Are his defences still high? Will it come with another threat about a lunch box? Will he believe she isn't here to rip apart this world to find her children again?

She longs for them, but she mostly wishes for what home used to be. A crackling television where bumping its stand meant the antennas lost their signal. A blanket draped over a hole in the wall her father used to store her cassettes. Pietro's shoes left all over the floor for her to trip over and steal.

"It is."

And it's the truth. He'll be able to read it in her expression when she peers up at him.

She possesses no desire to silence those around her, not that she ever would in the first place. She doesn't need to be careful in understanding what thought belongs to her and what is another's. While she'd grown skilled in manoeuvring through that landmine, a new universe means new bombs to look out for.

She extends her legs out before her and moves her feet from side to side, a childish little thing.

"It's lonely, too."