[Caleb had woken up with a headache. A headache and faint memories of what he'd said to Charlotte - because who else looks so much like her? He slowly moves through the train, trying to see where she is. She needs to know to stay quiet, though it feels like half the train knows now.]
[... Though some are dead now, so it doesn't matter.]
[He finally finds her in the lounge and gestures for her to follow him to his room, posture stiff and careful. Frumpkin trails behind his summoner, worriedly. Once they're inside, he closes the door and leans on it, looking like he wants to disappear into his coat.]
... I expect that you have questions...
[... Though some are dead now, so it doesn't matter.]
[He finally finds her in the lounge and gestures for her to follow him to his room, posture stiff and careful. Frumpkin trails behind his summoner, worriedly. Once they're inside, he closes the door and leans on it, looking like he wants to disappear into his coat.]
... I expect that you have questions...