[If her life is anything like his, and if the choices she made in abandoning home bear any similarity to what he's done, then there's no surprise she'd have concerns. She must have family somewhere that will never see her again, who might even wonder if she's still alive. In such a situation, of course she would wonder if her choice was the right one.

He does. He wonders all the time. But he knows, ultimately, he'd do the same thing all over again, and so would she, by the sound of it.

In one of those rare acts that must have rubbed off onto him from her, he curls an arm around her shoulders and squeezes her gently for a brief few seconds.]

I believe you. I barely know him, but I can see the appeal. And... I know that being from a place doesn't make it home, either. We don't get to choose where we're born or who we're born to, but I've found that home, and family, those are things you can find for yourself. Sounds like you've done that.