Frederic sighed softly. Clover had fallen asleep around the same time she had, and so he'd been lost in his thoughts for the last hour or so. Niamh and Harold Jr. had also slept through the train ride so far, and though he was quite glad of it, he half-wished one of them would wake to distract him from his mind. He was worried, to oversimplify his emotions, about the ways Karen kept reacting nervously or like she was frightened to their soon-approaching elopement. There was a pit in his stomach that she was having second thoughts. He knew it was vastly different for her, as she'd only been widowed less than a year ago, whereas Frederic's wife had died seven years ago. He loved her, dearly, but now he was starting to have doubts of his own, built off his fears that she didn't want to do this and was just going along with it for some reason. He didn't notice when she woke and stared out the window, a clear frown on his face, not realizing she could see his expression in the glass.