[The relief will probably be worth enough, honestly. Vael just chuckles and shifts to weave through the car, pulling open the door at its end. It's a small changing section, by the rack full of dresses and shoes and the storage for other belongings - there's a few scattered seats, and it's much cooler if only for the lack of occupancy.

Moreover, once the door shuts behind them, it's almost blissfully quiet. There's just the sound of the rails and the soft murmur of voices from the other side, and the loud crack of muscles as Vael stretches languidly.]

Haaaah... much better. Are you thirsty? I think I remember seeing some water in here. It'll probably help let whatever lingering feeling you're dealing with pass.