the cart of the train was still dirtied as she rested on one of the benches, with nothing except the sound of the engine to accompany her as it made it’s way to her district.

it felt wrong being here with nobody by her side. no coral, no mizzen, no treech. how was it that she made it but they didn’t?

but it seemed like she couldn’t wallow in self pity any longer once the train came to a stop. her spirits lifting a little when she saw you waiting for her on the platform.