As the soft sound of her laughter continues, Rezo starts to feel an odd tugging sensation in his chest. He isn’t sure at first where it comes from or what it means, and it takes a few moments before he realizes.

He feels… wistful.

He knows it isn’t wise to get too closely involved with the others from the train. But if circumstances were different… If he were a different person…

Then it would be rather nice to be friends with her.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance,” he says gently. He’s still smiling, but it’s a little smaller, a little more pensive, than a few moments ago.