Welt's honey-brown eyes softened as he found you sleeping in the parlor car of the express, gloved fingers fondly brushing the hair out of your face.

Adorable. He thought you were simply adorable. Ever since you joined the astral express, he couldn't help but treat you as a child who needed protection. Yes, he knew you were "fully capable on your own" (quoting the words of Himeko), but he just couldn't help but worry. Perhaps it was the remains of his paternal instinct after raising Joyce, his adopted son.

He removed his brown shawl and draped it around your shoulders as the scent of old books and cologne engulfed your body in a hug.

"Sleep well....trailblazer."