"Not just you!" As a cheerful call back, though the rest she leaves to be unanswered, not feeling any of it requires an answer. Does she think? She believes it's worth trying. What more are they to do? At this point she wonders if the answer isn't 'learn to relax.'

Divested of apples to the curious look of the fox-woman running the stand, she rejoins Lila. The remaining ichor has started to dry, along with blood and whatever viscera might have unluckily landed on her, and she sighs, shaking her head.

"Just like old times," she says, gesturing to herself with her right hand. "Anyway, there's the inn with baths near, then this hot chocolate?"

Note that doesn't mean she has anything to change into, but damp clothing in this weather isn't the worst. A bit of an autumnal nip in the air, nothing cold-catching, really.