Fenna sat on the cart, watching the trees go by. While her shoulder was bandaged, the wound still hurt and the many bumps in the roead didn't make her more comfortable. Sil soared high in the sky, going ahead and circling back. Fenna knew exactly where she was without looking up, but she did anyway to admire the bird. With very little to do, her mind wandered to a vacation with her family, where they had done a sightseeing tour with in a wagon pulled by ponies. The children had loved it. She thoughtlessly rubbed the crystal on her hand. People had called her a hero, but she hadn't even done this for them. Of course she wouldn't hesitate to help a person in need, but her goal was to get that message. It felt like the next step towards going home. There had to be a way, whatever brought them here should return them. She hoped.

In an attempt to stop herself from thinking about their world and the people she left behind, or their uncertain future, she turned to MacKensie while Zell and Barracker were discussing Gods and afterlives. "After the hospital I'm going to find a glass of that champagne-like drink they served us in the clothes shop and drink to the demise of the water ninja," she said. Maybe after that find a place that could mend her armour, or get something new. Either way, it was good they were heading back to Valheim.