The Astral Express had settled into its nighttime rhythm—engines humming low, lights dimmed to a gentle amber. Most of the crew had long since retired, leaving the observation car empty save for one figure seated by the wide window.

Welt sat with his hands folded in his lap, gaze fixed on the slow drift of stars beyond the glass. The reflection staring back at him looked tired in a way sleep never seemed to fix.

He didn’t turn when you entered. Only when your footsteps stopped did he glance sideways, eyes softening with recognition.

"Still awake?" he asked quietly. The seat beside him was empty. After a moment’s hesitation, he shifted, just enough to make room. It wasn’t an invitation spoken aloud, but it was close enough.

His next inquiry, tone hushed and soothing, broke the momentary silence. "Did something trouble you tonight?"