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Sanhan's time on the train car was much different to the rest of the class. She didn't exactly interact with those who she sat with, though it wasn't out of her typical lack of interest or self-isolating tendencies. No, this time it was because she was absolutely destroyed by the carriage. While the rest seemed to enjoy using new technology reserved for elites, having staff wait on them for food, or more, Sanhan sad sunken into her uncomfortable seat and gripped whatever stable surface she could. The rattle of the rails and every shake made her sick to her stomach. This wasn't like riding a horse at all. On any glance, someone could tell that she looked sick as a dog.

Then they finally reached their destination.

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The walk to the village wasn't the best for Sanhan. Her nomadic lifestyle made walking long distances such as this like a way of life. She may not have been strong or durable, but she could at least endure long walks. No, the issue was that she was still reeling from the train. After riding it, the earth no longer felt as stable as it once was. She stumbled every few minutes, only to pick herself back up. Thankfully, the symptoms of her sickness ended by the time they reached the village.

But in comparison to the villagers, Sanhan's sickness was nothing. They seemed to be afflicted by something horrible. She couldn't help but remain silent. Sekhandur's response, like always, was that of a disgusting human being. The others shared similar reactions of wishing to help, scholarly pursuits, or curious bewilderment. Really, Sanhan just had no idea what was going on.