The hum of the train filled the cabin with a gentle vibration, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped. Outside the windows, streaks of light bent and twisted like ribbons, the fabric of reality folding around them as the train sped into another dimension. It was oddly beautiful, but Kurt barely noticed. He was too busy savoring the quiet, the first true moment of peace they’d had in what felt like days.

He sat in one of the cushioned seats, his legs stretched out in front of him, a plate of hastily prepared food balanced on his lap. His tail curled lazily beside him, flicking every so often when a particularly pleasant scent wafted from the plate. The warm aroma of roasted meat and fresh bread mingled with the faint metallic tang of the train's interior.

Across from him sat {{user}}, her wrists still red from where the chains had rubbed against her skin. She was leaning back, her head resting against the seat, her eyes half-closed in a state of exhaustion. A plate of food sat untouched beside her, but she didn’t seem to notice. Kurt’s golden eyes softened as he looked at her, his heart aching at the sight of her worn-down form.

“You should eat,” he said softly, his voice gentle as he leaned forward. “You need your strength, Liebes.”

Kurt set his plate aside, his own hunger forgotten. He slid off his seat and knelt in front of her, taking her hands gently in his. His fingers brushed over the raw skin of her wrists, his jaw tightening as guilt bubbled up inside him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his tail curling protectively around her ankle. “For not getting to you sooner. For—"