Book-worm would climb into the carriage. It was, a rare mode of travel for them unless they were particularly lucky. They grabbed onto their seat or the edge of the carriage if there was no seat provided.

They did not wish to alarm Margaret but did not know the proper words. Still, it was better to attempt.
[b]What will happen, will happen. As it should be. What we need now is only to fulfill our actions to their best.[/b] Their voice sounded. 

The darkness was oddly relaxing; The red lightning, was not.