[Maul closed his eyes as Makie played, his breathing becoming slow and easy during the song the same way it did when he meditated. Music was very much like meditation in some ways. It was only when he was addressed directly that he looked back over at Makie.]

Surviving.

[He said, the heavy emotion put into the one simple word showing he'd been through the wringer recently. Then a bit of anger colored it as he went on.]

I managed to get through the train mostly intact. I intended to give Jewellia a piece of my mind once I'd done so but she took me off before I could and gave me a whistle as some sort of prize.