"Tree is home," she says matter-of-factly. The thought of sleeping anywhere else feels wrong on a visceral level to her now. A roof over her head would make her feel the opposite of safe. 

When Gwen tells her the figurine is herself and a friend, Elsie's eyes go wide with wonder. She leans in even more to examine them both, only an inch away from her nose.

"Gwen and friend famous?"