The hospital, where Yorda had been staying with Mao, was a few miles away, and while Yorda wouldn't have minded the walk at all, she didn't know if Duma was tired or not. Perhaps it was best to err on the side of caution. She led him to the train station and smiled at him as she handed some of the jeweled leaves over in order to pay for tickets. If he was indeed tired, he could get some rest on the way.

[ooc: Sorry, RL exploded a bit in the last couple of days.]