The soft hum of the train as it moved through the vast expanse of space was soothing, and the gentle rhythm created an unexpected peace in the otherwise busy day. You leaned against the railing, looking out at the stars, your mind racing with thoughts, but not in a chaotic way. It felt like a quiet, reflective sort of day.

You turned to see Clara walking toward you, her bright eyes looking up at you with that ever-hopeful smile. Svarog, as always, floated closely behind her, his mechanical hum an ever-present reminder of her companion’s constant vigilance.

Clara tilted her head slightly, her small hands clasped in front of her. "I just... wanted to talk. It feels nice out here, doesn’t it?" She glanced up at the stars as well, as if they could offer some form of comfort.