Chanson lowered her eyebrows giving her a brief look of confusion. Did Leonna really want to leave? Was she scared? Chanson looked longingly through the iron bars of the front gate, her gaze floating through the air and fastening on the front door. The girl's eyes fell after that, then turned to look up at Leonna.

She shook her head, 'no'. Her lips moved, and Leonna leaned in as if expecting the girl's voice to be heard. But she would never speak, and her lips slowly formed the word she wanted to speak.

"Home." Chanson mouthed. Leonna gave her a quizzical look; but the girl's eyes did not remain locked with hers for long. She turned and gripped the gate, her power flowing into it, possessing it, forcing it to grate along the rusty rails to provide a path for them to walk up to the front door. The gate hadn't moved much, but it was just enough to allow Leonna to pass through. With that, Chanson eagerly floated ahead, not waiting on Leonna, excited to see her home again.