[Centaurs weren't built for train travel, apparently. At least, Konoha is sure she wasn't. She can't seem to keep her balance when the train takes turns in the dark tunnels, and she's feeling dizzy, semi-nauseous... and she certainly doesn't know when this horrible trip is going to end.
She tries to sleep, manages to get down on her side and pillow her head on some supplies, but she's too nervous in the end... and the glow in the dark keeps drawing her attention.
On stiff legs she makes it over to his side of the train car and shakily gets back down to her knees and then eases back down her side, tucking her legs up under her belly and resting part of her weight on her palms, holding off from fully laying down until she asks,]
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She tries to sleep, manages to get down on her side and pillow her head on some supplies, but she's too nervous in the end... and the glow in the dark keeps drawing her attention.
On stiff legs she makes it over to his side of the train car and shakily gets back down to her knees and then eases back down her side, tucking her legs up under her belly and resting part of her weight on her palms, holding off from fully laying down until she asks,]
Do you mind if I stay here... ?