[Krolia carefully and gently reaches out to place a hand on the young girl's shoulder. The amount of times she's seen the same look in her son's eyes in those glimpses of his past from before he was recruited into the same Garrison she'd avoided the attention of for her entire stay on Earth. It's enough to bring that quiet ache back.]

We will find a way to return to our homes. [She tries to reassure her.] It's okay to miss them until then. You are not alone in that.

[She pauses, before adding:] My door will be open if you need anything. No one should be alone in a strange place.

[At any age, really. Though especially when they are still developing into who they will be later on in life.]