Noelle could feel the reserve he gave when starting the story and almost told him to forget telling about his parents because she didn't want him being uncomfortable, but then he was telling a delightful story about his culture.

Noelle listened intently, distracted from her own grief about Baskins. She watched and imagined the dancing and the music. She could almost feel the way they stayed tight and together.

But they didn't stay together in one place long? Different customs?? Noelle was curious about this. She did note that he said he had been raised by his grandmother. Where were his parents? Surely she could ask. They were Sabbie and Nells, the unbreakable bond.

But first, she NEEDED to know what he meant by didn't stay too long in the same place.

"Youre not leaving me right? You can't leave. How long do you stay in one spot?? What are these customs others don't believe in? Where are your parents since your grandmother raised you? .... You're not leaving me right?" Of course she might have asked the same question twice but, it needed to be answered. She didn't mean to have a waterfall of questions thrust at him either but... Her mouth did what it wanted sometimes.