Dawn yawned her way directly to a cup of coffee and felt only the slightest twinge of guilt about not calling her father for Father's Day. It probably would have been worse if she'd actually ever met the man or knew where he was.
She sat down with a large plate of food and began eating quietly.
Dawn had never been on the subway before either, so she was checking the map pretty frequently. "Okay, I've smelled demons that smelled better than this," she muttered.
Karal was hanging on very tightly to a pole, and trying not to look out the windows. "I can not credit that people gave up horses in favour of this," he said.
It had been kind of an overwhelming two days, so Karal was relieved to come downstairs and find a lack of formidable Mother Petrellis at the breakfast table.
He voiced a quiet, "Good morning," then helped himself to breakfast and a seat, happy to enjoy a touch of quiet time.
Karal nodded. That made it slightly more understandable. "I guess if people gradually became used to it, it would be easier. And no one else seems bothered." He gestured at their fellow passengers. "I am quite glad we do not have one of these in Fandom."
Groggy and barely conscious, Karal shifted just enough to make sure he still had his pillows, then sighed and curled up around one protectively. "My pillows," he mumbled.
Forehead pressed against the glass of the observation deck, Karal was staring out over the city. He kept waiting to be scared, because he had never been so high, but it couldn't get past his awe. "Sunlord, this is incredible," he breathed."
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