A/N James isn't mean to Rowena anymore, but mean diesels are. Respect my Thomasverse.

One day, Rowena was going down the line singing and a mean diesel was on the standard-gauge rails. James was getting over his diesel prejudice, but the unpleasant diesels were still cruel to her.

"You useless little steamie-lover! I know you're a killer engine as well, because of Eleanor!", then adding "Cry-engine!", once she was in tears.

Rowena froze and then began to cry, loudly sobbing and sniffling."Dr-Dry m-my t-tears, Dr-Driver" she said, every word was another big sob and her face was wet with tears. WAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Rowena's driver went to comfort her. "There, there, Rowena," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket and drying her tears. "I know you're dreadfully hurt, so just cry. Let it all out. You can rely on my comfort. I wish I could wipe your hurt, so I shall wipe your eyes.". He gently rubbed her cheeks and softly wiped her tear-wet eyes.

"I-I h-hurt i-in m-my h-heart," Rowena said, fresh tears filling her eyes as she cried more. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking with sobs as her tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping as her driver comforted her.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Go ahead and cry until you feel better. I can handle it. I'm here for you and will dry your eyes". He pressed the cloth to her eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Rowena sobbed and sobbed, weeping non-stop until she had no more tears to cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Rowena smiled, feeling better after crying. He refilled her radiator and then went on with the rest of their day.

Rowena went back down the line, singing again. She met her friend Thomas and told him about the mean diesel who called her "steamie-lover.".

Thomas said, "You're one of the nice diesels. Engines like that one are the reason James had been so diesel prejudiced, but he's getting better."

Rowena said, "I've met Den and Dart, so I've got a number of diesel friends, but only the nice ones, because I quite dislike bullies."

Her friend replied, "You've got a sensitive heart, like me. Even though I'm a rather happy engine, I can get very sad. It breaks my heart when I lose someone, like when someone retires from my crew or I've got a death to face."

Rowena said, "I've shed a great many tears, just because of my soft heart. Charity's driver once asked if I was depressed, when I cried with his engine, because crying a lot can be a sign of milder depression. But I'm just very tender and sensitive."

Thomas said, "It's probably her anxiety. He sees problems more readily because of that."

Rowena replied, " But I don't cry all the time I've got nothing to do, except when I'm in grief. Grief depression's the only form of that I've ever had.". She sniffed loudly and leaked a few tears, which her driver dabbed with his sleeve. Not enough tears to need my hankie, she thought. "I love crying, at least when I can have my tears wiped. I'm not afraid of emotions, so I just cry as much as I feel like."

Thomas said, "Me either, on fear of crying. I feel no fear or shame of tears, but I do quite like comfort when I'm all sad."

The two engines went on with their days.

A/N Rowena thinks of the cloth her driver uses for her crying fits as her hankie.