Eliza had managed to land fairly well, not as smoothly as Vaughn, but still managing. Jude had landed similarly, but his long limbs did cause him to be a little tangled. The dust settled as the train moved past them before Eliza sat up, her hand against her head.
Vaughn sat up, looking around cautiously. Sona was a short distance from them, groaning as she rubbed her wrist painfully.
Jude was closer to Sona and sat up, groaning dully. "Are you alright?" Eliza stood up, staggering slightly as she looked around blearily.
He looked up at her, and although he didn’t smile (Jude never smiled), there did seem to be an air of approval. “You did,” he agreed, taking her arm gently. “Let me look.”
“You might have a sprain,” he mused. “Eliza, we need to make a split really quickly. Can you give us a hand?” Eliza came over curiously. “Didn’t you roll, Sona?”
She squinted before surveying the landscape. She spotted a few fallen branches and gestured with her hand. Strands of the tall green grass and a few sticks binded together and flew over to them. "Is her elbow hurt?" Jude looked at Sona expectantly. "Can you move it?"
He nodded, taking the brace from Eliza and setting it against her wrist, fastening the grass around it. "There."
He gave her a brief nod, his eyes flickering up to her. Despite their tiredness, they were the color of freshly polished pewter, and they seemed to almost glow when he looked at her. "Of course," he said, dropping her arm.
She pursed her lips, only pausing for a moment before shaking her head slightly. "Where are we heading now?"
Eliza was looking along the horizon, frowning. "Along the tracks still, I think," she said tiredly. "But at a distance. They'll be looking for us."
