As do I.

[Though he may not know her, Arno does still hope she finds what she's looking for. And even if she does not, perhaps find some peace in the journey that she does take towards it. For him, this is not home, and while he knows he remains no closer to his task of seeking redemption, he will not idly wallow away when there are others he can help and keep his mind and self active.

To hear Lavellan laugh is welcoming, however small it is. When stuck in war both at home, and now in the Draubworld, even the small things seem to add a little color where everything insists on being so black and white. Arno looks back to his horse, the colt flicking its ears in amusement, before his grin widens again.]

I'd certainly hope he'd like me. I'd be a rather awful rider to choose a horse that wants to throw me at every possible turn, wouldn't I?

[The asking about home causes him to pause, blinking a little before realizing what she's asking. He's still not used to this whole "worlds" thing.]

Earth. The country I come from is called France. Have you heard of it?