And she was still having trouble with that, too, knowing how to belong, especially when her whole life had been about knowing how to cope with being rejected from belonging. Something that she knew that Arden knew all about, too, now, so maybe that arm slung around her back got a little tighter for a moment.

But that was hardly anything to bring up now, when there was all this adventure and excitement and belonging to be had, so she just laughed and shook her head.

"I am not wrong," she insisted. "You all can go right ahead. Some of us are made for the air," and a small meaningful glance accompanied that, "and some of us are made for something much closer to the ground."