A/N I decided Rowena's compassionate, sensitive friend Charity's an empath, so I'll show that here.
Rowena was riding the rails and singing, on her way to her destination with her train. She came to the end of her journey at a station with standard and her narrow-gauge rails. Rowena waited for her train to be unloaded.
Diesel 10 pulled up to the station on the standard-gauge line and saw Rowena, "There's the steamie-loving little killer engine. You should be sent away from Sodor, back to the Mainland!"
Rowena fled from the bigger engine and to her friend Charity in the end, then began to cry, sobbing loudly. Her face was covered in thick tears and she sniffled, long and loud. WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
"Rowena the cry-engine!" said Diesel 10, as the standard-gauge line also went where the smaller diesel headed.
"Dr-Dry m-my t-tears, Dr-Driver," Rowena said tearfully. Every word was another wailing sob and she could barely talk. "I-I h-hurt i-in m-my h-heart."
Rowena's driver went to comfort her. "There, there, Rowena," he said, as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket. He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and softly wiped the tears from her eyes. "You can rely on me to wipe your tears away. I know how upset you are and just want you to feel better. Go ahead and let it all out."
Charity was there and gave Rowena a buffer press. The female tank engine cried with Rowena, feeling overwhelming empathy and compassion for her friend and her driver wiped her tears and comforted her.
Rowena let out another wailing sob, fresh tears pouring from her eyes. "I-I w-wish h-he w-wouldn't b-be s-so dr-dreadful t-to m-me," she barely managed to say. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as the tears fell from her eyes, not once stopping as her driver comforted her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I know your soft heart hurts, so just cry. You've got every right to cry, so I shall wipe your eyes. I'm here for you, to dry your eyes and comfort you until you feel better." He pressed the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Rowena's wailing sobs went on until she had no more tears to shed. 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 and refilled her radiator. Rowena smiled, though her face and puffy eyes were all red from crying and went on with her day singing.
Charity stopped crying and her driver dried her remaining tears, dapping them away. After he dried her face and eyes, she had a drink and went on with her day.
Before the two little engines parted ways, Charity said, "It breaks my heart to see my friends sad, because I'm so compassionate and sensitive."
Rowena replied, "We're both extremely sensitive, but I think your emotions are deeper than mine."
Then, they parted ways to meet on the rails again later, passing each other as they pulled their respective last train.
That night at the shed, Rowena told the others, "Diesel 10's just a big, mean engine. My fitter told me Diesel 10 hates me because I'm not a proper diesel because I'm a steamie lover. First, it was James and his diesel prejudice and now it's Diesel 10. I'm going happily down the rails singing one moment and the next, I'm reacting to Diesel 10's cruel treatment, then after that reaction, I cry and wail until I can't anymore because of him, the most horrid engine here. He scares me and makes me hurt in my heart. But I've got friends who can give me a buffer press if they're with me."
A/N I just got the idea to show Charity as an empath with this Rowena chapter.