With some of the burns and wounds dealt with among the group, Mina is able to turn her concentration back to the matter of what is actually happening here. She isn't sure how to respond to Ox talking about her speaking like a prostitute. She wasn't sure what he meant at all - she was just giving him earnest thanks for the deed done! She is about to ask for more answers before she turns her attention to Malia's speaking about her and the matter of how she is starting to look rather uncomfortable with the cloak around her body.<br/><br/><strong>"I do not know who to thank for these gifts... but I will not deny that they came in handy over the years. Without this magic, I imagine that there would be far more scars, and then I would not still look as pretty!"</strong>The way she says those last words just emphasizes the fact that she thinks this is an utter tragedy. When everybody is forced into a tumble together, she takes a few moments of being dazed to get herself up and sit back in her seat, and a few minutes longer to put her cloak back into place around her. Watching Malia's body and wriggling, she tilts her head and asks a particular question.<br/><br/><strong>"Is your cloak too scratchy or something, Malia? Did my healing not help you enough? I mean, if it is the cloak thing, you could always just take it off or trade cloaks with me! I mean, I don't need to wear the scratchy cloak, I mean, it isn't too cold..."</strong>With her bubbly fretting, one might forget for a moment that Malia and Mina were at their throats just a little while ago. But Mina was one to drop grudges fairly swiftly, since it was not worthwhile for a slave to hold them, and as far as she was considered, Malia was absolved of guilt as they were allowed to move forward with their lives intact, relatively speaking at least.