Delphine walked alongside everyone, staying mostly quiet as they made their way down to the river. Normally she would've found it amusing they were all having such trouble trying to decipher what the locals were saying, but she simply wasn't in the mood to gently tease or jeer at them. Too many things were going on in her head between her frustration and her worrying. Del longed to just close her eyes and escape, to see that little shadow she'd seen every night since they'd gotten on the large passenger train.<br/><br/>As they got to the docks and they were quickly getting nowhere, Del stepped in to talk to one of the workers on the dock and asked which ferry left for Sidwell. Her own accent slipped out as she talked because they were officially surrounded by people with similar, if not the same, southern drawl she had and she couldn't help it. Within a moment, she figured out where they had to go and lead the group over to a ferry a little ways down the river. "He said it's leaving soon, we should hurry." She hadn't switched back to the accent she'd adopted, almost as if Del hadn't realized her speaking had changed.