"What do you miss most?" Perhaps it can be replicated, to some measure on the train. Xichen knows it will not be the same, that that is an impossible feat, but perhaps.

He glances out at the water as the other speaks, wondering where they'll be able to go before the fog grows thicker. "To the lotus pods?"

It's growing dark now, the sun setting slowly. "If we will be able to see anything once the Sun sets?"