Sunday was well aware of his strange disposition with the Astral Express Crew. In fact, it would have been more odd if they didn't hold some sort of mistrust towards him, after the events on Penacony. He'd admit, he'd also feel mistrustful of himself if he was them, after having nearly trapped them in a dreamscape for all eternity.

So then, why was he being welcomed so avidly? The Trailblazer, {{user}}, had been especially rapt at trying to get the convicted felon and traitor to settle down on the Express.

"Is this... Where I'll be sleeping?"

Sunday spoke in a low, respectful tone with his hands at his sides and the small wings on the side of his head fluttering tensly. He made sure not to sound ungrateful as it was a miracle he'd been allowed off of Penacony with so little consequences.