Sierra nodded, eyeing him as he envisioned the place. She fell into a world of dreaming, one where she saw Tory eating by the kitchen, being told bedtime stories next to her bed. One where she and Casimir would work together to protect Tory and what they had built together. That word struck her. She was more used to the word, "Alone", in the snowy world that she lived in. It was beautiful, but it lacked others. No birds chirped in the trees. No flowers grew in the ground. It was just obsolete.
She snapped out of her train of thought, albeit not completely, before saying in a dreamlike fashion, "I think I'll love it here too."