Lyra rode in the wagon, keeping down low so that nobody could see her body even with the cloak wrapped around her body and sighed some as they rode. She'd actualyl drift off to sleep with the rest of the trip being a snooze fest, a quick and easy way to try and recover some of her magical ability; hopefully. But she did want to try and fix her outfit or get a new one as soon as she could.  When they got to the village she woke up when she heard the cardinal addressing them. "Uhm... you wouldn't happen to know somewhere I could get some clothing repaired would you?" she asked the acolyte.