There was one thing to be said about a complete and utter lack of privacy in a situation such as this: it became incredibly easy to know when things went wrong and when he could do some act of service to work towards getting on more and more peoples' good side. Certainly, though, this was quite a bit more traumatic than simply bonking your head against a piece of luggage or having to deal with a giant worm god thing. He had heard hushed whispers of what happened, things that didn't quite make sense, but made more sense after his time in Syn.
He'd heard that she'd retired to a quiet carriage - one of the new ones (finally! seemed to be the general consensus) - and so he climbed. The rumors were correct and he found her there, seeming to be writing, scratching out, writing again.
What surprised him was that the door wasn't locked.
He quietly entered, slipping into the bench across from her, pulling a bag of chips from seemingly nowhere. It was a small gesture, but pretty perceptive for being on the train two weeks, with one of those weeks fighting sphere monsters.
"I doubt chips will fix anything, but sometimes a snack can help." He set them near her, but with no expectation that she eat them right here and now. He was carefully examining her face and body language, looking for hints at where exactly she was at right now. "If you don't wish to talk about whatever it was that happened, that's fine, but I wanted to check on you." He'd seen what the Arcana could do to a person and he was really trying to assess if that was what happened here.
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He'd heard that she'd retired to a quiet carriage - one of the new ones (finally! seemed to be the general consensus) - and so he climbed. The rumors were correct and he found her there, seeming to be writing, scratching out, writing again.
What surprised him was that the door wasn't locked.
He quietly entered, slipping into the bench across from her, pulling a bag of chips from seemingly nowhere. It was a small gesture, but pretty perceptive for being on the train two weeks, with one of those weeks fighting sphere monsters.
"I doubt chips will fix anything, but sometimes a snack can help." He set them near her, but with no expectation that she eat them right here and now. He was carefully examining her face and body language, looking for hints at where exactly she was at right now. "If you don't wish to talk about whatever it was that happened, that's fine, but I wanted to check on you." He'd seen what the Arcana could do to a person and he was really trying to assess if that was what happened here.