She'd never wanted other worlds. She's only ever wanted one.

She still only wants one. Its memory is indistinct in her mind, blurred around the edges for reasons she doesn't yet understand. But the emotion, the wanting that goes with it is powerful, a surge like a great wave that floods through her. She closes her eyes against it, pushes it back. She shouldn't want what she can't have.

"You can't continue your journey," she notes softly. "When you're kept here."