Miri glanced down the path as she sat in the back of the wagon. For a while, she was silent, quietly staring down at her lap, legs splayed out to the side, as her hooved, digitigrade legs made sitting cross-legged difficult. Eventually, however boredom got the better of her, and she attempted to make small talk with the others. "So..." Miri took a deep breath. "What do you all plan to do with your freedom?" she asks, looking at nobody in particular. "Assuming we all survive, that is. I'd...like to pick up where I left off and continue to...well, heal. But I'd have to be a bit quieter about it. Less advertising, more word-of-mouth. Maybe be a little more cautious around heavily populated areas." She shrugs, then turns to the half-orc. "What about you, hm?"