A/N For new readers, Charity has anxiety and is also a deeply feeling type, so she's overwhelmed with emotion easily and when that happens, she cries.

Another weekly session of Janie's therapy had come for Charity. Janie came to Charity's railway and found where her client was.

Charity's crew told her, "Janie's here for your therapy."

Janie asked Charity, "What do you like?"

Charity said, "Being a Really Useful Engine, shunting, pulling trains, my friends, being cheeky sometimes and comfort when I feel emotionally overwhelmed, like Driver drying my tears." She began to cry, sobbing and sniffling, just from thinking about being emotionally overwhelmed as it was connected to why she was so easily like that.

Janie said, "Cry, Charity. Let the hurt fall from your eyes in raindrop tears. It's your right."

Charity's driver said, as he took a cloth from his pocket to dry her tears, "I've got your cotton waffle hanky, so let it all out. You can rely on me wiping away your tears.". He rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped the tears from her eyes. Then, he pressed the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears as best he could, as she sobbed into the cloth, shedding big tears until she had no more to cry. Her face was all red from crying and her flame-red eyes were sore and swollen as her driver dried her last tears away, dapping any huge water droplets wetting her cheeks and eyes away until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth.

After her cry, Charity's session went on. When it ended, she had a drink and went on with her work on the Skarloey Railway.

Later on, Peter Sam and Charity got into some mischief together because he was feeling cheeky. Nothing harmful, just some playful teasing of their friend, Thomas. One of the engines around when they went to tease Thomas was Diesel 10 and Charity began to cry, a severe spell. She wailed her heart out, her big tears pouring down her face and sniffled, long and loud. Peter Sam gave her a buffer press.

Thomas said, on the rails beside his littler friends, "Diesel 10's a scary engine, but like me, he's too big in his wheels to go on your track."

Charity's driver said, taking a cloth from his pocket to softly dry her tears, "There, there, Charity. Let yourself go. Let the tears out if you've got to cry.". He gently rubbed her cheeks and wiped her streaming eyes.

Charity let out another wailing sob. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking as her torrent of tears flowed, not once stopping and let her driver comfort her.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "You can rely on my comfort until you feel better. I care about you. You can rely on me to dry your eyes as long as you've got tears.". He held the cloth to her wet eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Charity wept and wailed hard until she could no longer cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears. He went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was all red and her sore eyes were flame-red and puffy, but she felt better. Peter Sam shunted her to the water column and after her drink, they puffed home.

A/N Charity's anxious and paranoid of bigger engines, if they're not nice.