The boat lay behind them, as did miles of rail. Words had been said, at one point, and vomit projected across the deck in what Hoshikata still felt was an attack on his person. Against all precedent, Hoshikata had spent most of the trip silent and in thought. When words were said he would merely smile, apologize, and promise not to do it again. In truth if he had known it would be such a problem he would likely not have at all. Or at least been more subtle about it.
But now they were here, stepping off the train and stretching legs. The scenery as they passed through Wind, Fire and the other countries between had not interested him much. But now they were here, and he could see the mountains looming in the distance. As he stepped free of the confines of the deathtrap on wheels he seemed to return to his usual self.
"Welcome to Lightning." He turns to look at them, noting that his breath was already coming out in a fog to show the cold. He didn't seem bothered by it, indeed he didn't feel it. "Bundle up, I suppose. I can only imagine how cold it will be in the mountains. If memory serves, the village is close to this border but in the middle of that range you can see. So we'll have to keep warm and take some food to keep us going for a day or so."
Without pause he steps to Tatsuya and puts a hand on his shoulder, looking into the eyes of his oldest friend. "And to you, I do apologize. I promise, nothing of the sort shall ever happen again."