Psykgi stared out of the small sliver of window available in the cramped lowblood car, watching the scenery intently as it raced by. Ever since she'd contacted Leeroi, quickly packed a bag, and set off for the train station, she felt like she was holding her breath. Not literally, of course - her chest rose and fell, she breathed in and out. If she hadn't been, she would have been dead, since the train took hours to reach Busthind. No, she just felt... tense. Like something wanted to come out, but she couldn't let it. Not here. Not now. And every move threatened to spill that tension forth. It was uncomfortable and unpleasant.
Psy's normally cheery face was grimly neutral, preoccupied as the train whirred onwards. She perked up as a few landmarks came into view - they had entered the mountains a while ago, but Busthind might as well be an alien planet for all the comfort it offered her. Only now did familiar things sprout up alongside the tracks, things that signalled that she was getting close to the station she was looking for.
Her burns itched. They were small and numerous, down her back and neck, and she really wanted to scratch at them, but she knew not to. Instead, she stroked one of the roaches that skittered around her person. Ma'am wiggled her antennae at her inquisitively.
"I'm fine." She lied to her lusus, not able to make more than a shallow smile. Hopefully, though - as more familiar things came into view, as the call went out for the station, things would be better soon.
I hope.The car came to a stop. Psykgi made her way out of the car, grabbing her suitcase along the way. She dragged it behind her as she entered the station. Somehow, she had room to be more anxious - her eyes darted from troll to troll, seeking out a very specific face in the crowd, a specific shade of blue, a specific person that would make things a heck of a lot better. Every other troll was to be ignored or be wary of. Every other troll was a possible source of danger. Ma'am reacted to her troll's unease by grouping in a tighter cluster around her, but even then, Psy felt horribly exposed, horribly unsafe.
Suddenly, there they were - she knew those distinctive, hole-filled horns. She moved towards them with almost desperate purpose, face tense. The horns were attached to a familiar head, which was attached to a familiar body, who was wearing a familiar shade of blue...
She walked faster.
"L... Leeroi?"It wasn't a question - it was him. She had just, in that moment, needed to say his name.
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