"Likewise. Is this your first or second mission, now?"

He's usually more familiar with faces around the train, but the ebb and flow of people can make it hard even for his trained eye. The trail of sprites is marked by their animated squeals and jumping in place, while some opt to hum and dance on the spot. Eventually, the last higgledy wearing the crown and cape caps off the trail into the nearby clearing, where the energy is clearly more charged. It was a familiar enough pull that Roland can tell he really wouldn't have been able to do this alone.

He winces as the feeling of dread and discomfort grows more steadily with each step they take towards the open void tear.

"Ever stared into the void outside the windows before? On the train? This is way worse, I'd say."

It's almost nauseating. But the job has to be done. He takes a look at Lioriley, his hand already fiddling with his watch.