[So she does, back toward the town, with a calm, even gait that doesn't demand too high a pace from either of them. She doesn't want to stick near to the corpse, lest it attract scavengers - or its friends - but the closer they get to the city proper, the more relaxed she feels. She'll have to have a nice, long sit-down talk with herself about what she considers "safer than other places" though.

Once they're back into what passes for civilization, she pauses, and decides to slowly put her coat back on. The dark coloration hides the blood better than what she's wearing underneath, even if the added weight does little for the soreness.]

Well, we come away from this with our lives. I'd offer a drink, but I'm not sure if I trust the kinds of alcohol in this place.

[Which also means that Maria... is in yet a further bad mood because she can't even drink to forget the other reasons she's in a bad mood, and so it's just even worse. ] You're staying with the rest of the Mirrorbound in that... hostel, or however you want to call it, yes?