[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Compartment 15
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When Elizabeth suggested the two of them take their leave, Fae didn't budge, her rotating glance eventually stopping on Chiara. No one seemed to have any idea how to help the girl, or at least any idea they cared to share with her. Even with her forehead crinkled with concern, it was obvious that the huff of breath exiting her nostrils was a huff of frustration. Her eyes flicked to Elizabeth, a strange mix of hesitance, annoyance, and indecision as to what they should do present in her expression. After a brief moment of silence, she shook her head, waving a hand to gesture to the quivering girl on the ground. 

[color=orange]"We can't just leave her like this. We've got to help her somehow!"[/color] she exclaimed, lips curved into a small frown. Fae was a young woman of action. The idea that doing nothing could be the best thing they could do to help the girl hadn't even occurred to her. She let her waving arm dangle back in front of her, her other hand wrapping around her wrist, fidgeting with the slap bracelet hidden under her sleeve. Despite her words and desire for action, however, she didn't take any steps towards the girl.