She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are
Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it
Travel opens your mind as few other things do.
Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.