Lioriley had wanted to be optimistic; to believe that those that returned would stay in their home worlds as they wished to. But in the time between their departures and the eventual decision that they needed to be rescued, that optimism had all but vanished.

The signs were all there — the train being unable to move, the flickering shadows of those lost and wandering between the void and the worlds they wished to see, the almost deafening silence around them. But she had held out hope until there was no question otherwise, and the message came through loud and clear: they had to do something to save them.

This was not the first time she had been called to action without much preparation, and it likely wouldn't be the last. And Lioriley moved with the swiftness and stalwart intent of a woman who had seen some shit before, and was ready to adapt however she could to assure things went smoothly. During the first few hours as the plans were set into motion, she could be seen hurrying around the carriages, trying to rally the remainers into a single area. And if they did not care to follow her (she could understand — new and unannounced, people sometimes did not like taking orders from strangers), she would at least ask for their name.

"So few that we are, we should be certain we are not overwhelmed while we aid the others." She explained, "I intend to attempt to keep us all in order, if possible." And it'd be great if they worked together.

After all the appropriate information was gathered, a piece of paper would appear on the walls of one of the main carriages (likely wherever people were dropping out to anchor), stating names, duration on the train if they were only just returned, as well as who had done which job during specific hours and days.

Lioriley was clearly the one updating it, and between doing runs herself to help those stuck outside, she would adjust said information as necessary, her usually perfectly aligned, looping script just a little sloppier in how quickly she was altering the text.

If something was set up to calm those that were returned — and even those anchoring that seemed to suffer the mental strain of aiding their fellow passengers — after such trials, Lioriley made sure to pop in as frequently as she could between everything else she was doing.

"Do you need anything?" She would ask, coiled lines of magic along her skin pulsing and flickering. "Food, water, anything at all — if it is in my power to retrieve it, I will gladly do so." even if that something was just sitting down and talking to them, she would be more than happy to do so. Just ignore the obvious exhaustion and anxiousness making her fingers twitch.

Lioriley will be anchoring and roaming between all the shit she's doing on the train. So if you would like her to try and help your character feel free to hit me up @ LiLi#0844 and winemom. Always happy to write personal starters.