Posted December 1, 2019 at 03:00 pm

The train station, when they reached it, was empty but for them. It was a cavernous underground platform, with a curved high ceiling lit by fluorescents, and murals on the wall opposite the platform.

"You have been very kind to me," Numair remarked to Hawk, who made a dismissive noise. "You have. You quite literally saved my life. Thank you."

"Look, you're makin' me all shy about it," Hawk said. "Don't sweat it."

There was a pause between them. Wind started to howl out of the tunnel as the train approached, ruffling their hair.

"Is there anything I can do?" Numair asked presently.

"What d'ya mean?"

"I mean, is there anything you need? Anything at all." The train was pulling into the platform now, pushing the wind ahead of it, clacking on its tracks loudly. "Perhaps I can help," Numair added.

"Seriously? It ain't anythin'."

The train slowed to a halt, and some of the doors facing the platform slid open with a hiss.

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