Mina looks utterly confused at the reaction that is given by her healing magic. She had gotten used to it being treated as some stock treatment such that the beatings could continue for the various servants of the household. She had gotten used to it as being the mundane way to hide the scars that she might otherwise have received from the occasional crack of the whip when she fumbled. She had certainly not expected to get praised for it. Most certainly not to the degree that the muscular elf seemed to be finding the treatment.<strong>"It... it is a simple natural gift of mine. I don't think that it should wear off."</strong>She looks a little confused and distant for a moment.<strong>"But maybe they never told me if it did?"</strong><br/><br/>A smile returns a short while later as the trip continues, with no further terrible bumps despite the terrifying speed.<br/><br/>The grounds that the cart (and by extension Mina) finds itself in is something that she might have been horrified by on any other day. Horrors waited on the edges of the estate, staring outward into the shadows of night. Yet in the aftermath of something as terrible as a vision of hell, both in Golarion and the thing itself, this was merely something to be taken in as a matter of fact. It does make her shiver and clutch her cloak more tightly around herself, all thought of offering it up to Malia gone, as a phantasmal cold takes to her. When the command to go though is given, she is the first to push off her seat and to the wagon door, to step out into the night and set bare feet down onto hard pebbles that have her wincing and dancing a little with her steps. She does not stop to think that this might be some elaborate trap, some final joke before her doom.<strong>"Where is... here exactly?"</strong>