The 8th Noble

"I know, I know," Colette sobbed happily as she let Shan go. "I don't think I worded that right."
"I mean that I've been alone. I've just not been able to stop feeling like…" She exhaled and paused for a moment, the word was there but she couldn't find it. "It's like when you know someone has to be nice to you because you're the odd one out."
"I just haven't felt at home out here. And it scares me because it makes me realize that I was alone even when I was with my clan." Colette frowned and shifted in hear seat. "Or—"
She exhaled a frustrated sigh. It was hard for her to formulate the ideas that rolled around in her head. The words she wanted to find was something to describe 'kindness out of obligation', but given that her education growing up had been less about how to talk and present herself well and more about where to shoot an animal to minimize suffering and the importance of seed dispersal, the kid just couldn't manage.
"I don't have any real family." Colette said and raised her hands as if to hold an invisible box that she could stare at and magically have words appear out of that would tell her exactly what to say. "Valery and Kahlil come close, but they aren't blood, they aren't mine. If you know what I mean?"