Mina groans awake as she pulls her form out from under a comfortable mess of sheets. The first matter of business is a long stretch of her arms and her legs and simply luxuriating in the simple comforts of anything better than dark dungeons where the only option is to give in to cruel torment. The second matter of business is to go to the water basin and briskly wash her face in colder liquid this time. It jolts her to the day at hand and the future that is almost certainly better than the death that had awaited them in the near future. A shiver runs down her spine, unconsciously, but she associates it with the cold that had taken to the manor and reaches next for her cloak. The cloak does little to hide much of her bare form, nor does Mina seem to have much issue with the open display of her body, but it does offer the characteristic warmth and comfort that would make the morning in a cold, unfamiliar manor all the easier.<br/><br/>The smell of food eventually reaches her nose and, realizing that Fen had already seemed to have woken, Mina decides that the matter of meal preparation does not require waking the others and she makes her brisk steps toward the kitchen. She ends up walking in on the conversation between the Raven known as Fen and the girl who had saved her just the night before. Mina is the least dressed in the room; the clasps of the cloak are useless enough that when she crosses the room to wrap her arms around Cris in a large hug, it is her perky breasts that are pressing up against Cris more than the material of the cloak.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh good! You look much better than you were in the wagon! I was worried I wouldn't get to thank you for saving me more!"</strong>Mina pulls back a little, not bothering to fix her cloak, clearly having long since stopped caring about such things as public decency, a bright smile on her face. Her attention then turns sharply, her attention flickering in her mercurial way.<strong>"Is there some way I can help out with breakfast and the like? I do not want to be a bother and it is so much easier to just be doing things rather than..."</strong>She cuts off before finishing her sentence. She isn't a slave anymore, so perhaps she should start thinking things through a little more. She will have to certainly work on that.