one drag for my sorrows ;; joining

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Home was an odd subject for Aya. If you were to ask, she'd dodge the question, or avoid the subject entirely. She'd never really felt "at home" anywhere, not in the place where she was born, not even in Tanglewood. She only felt at home in the den she called a lab, surrounded by her work and projects.

Padding up beside Abathur, the tortoiseshell's eyes flit over this wildcat, waiting for the response to several questions.