Eileen PoV
I smiled as I tucked in Eiko into the bed. The compartment was cozy, with panels that allowed the afternoon sun to filter through, casting a warm glow on the tiny room. The bed was plush, draped in soft sheets, and the pillow was as fluffy as a cloud. It was just what the girl needed after the day's events. Eiko's eyelids were already drooping, her small frame nestled comfortably in the embrace of the mattress. Her doll, still tightly clutched in her arms, looked almost serene beside her. The gentle rhythm of the train's movement seemed to soothe her, and within minutes, she was fast asleep, her breaths soft and peaceful.
