As the wagon rattles lightly on its way, Malia pulls the cloak a little tighter around her.  She's not cold, she'd just rather people not see that she can't stop trembling  Though she tries to listen to the people in the wagon, her mind is only half focused on the conversation with her devoting most of her brainpower to keep her hands from shaking.   The adrenaline high is being slow to wear off and not-insignificant part of her wants to curl into a ball and weep after the near-death experience they went through.  ...Seeing literally visions of hell didn't help her emotional state either.  Still.  She's not alone in a dog cage in the baron's "private" room right now, so it's really not the time to be openly weeping, especially with her state right now.  Everything she's feeling feels more... sensitive.   It's especially acute when she feels Mina's energy flow through her wound and close it up.  It's certainly not the first time she's been healed by her, but the cooling sensation over her burns and the weird feeling of her skin repairing itself makes her body shudder.   Of course, the only thing she lets show is a rather sharp breath and a soft sigh of relief.   It looks like a fairly normal reaction, even though it sent her body and mind fluttering.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah-... uh...  yeah.   I uh- seem to owe several people in this wagon for my being alive right now.   ...So thanks for that.  And sorry to hear that you've been through anything remotely similar.  That must be a real story."</strong>