Thaler had been quite strongly opposed to simply leaving them en out there, once her arm was free and her breathing calmed she stated quite strongly her disagreement with simply abandoning them. Though she did not bother to explain or justify her reasons for such thoughts and when it became evident she would not win this argument she fell into a deep and resigned silence. The guilt and thoughts plaguing her for the entirety of the day, despite this from the moment he had fallen Thaler had avoided the touch of any of her peers, with a subtle and surreptitious movement she made it look like coincidence or mistiming from any touch of the men gathered. Touching and leading the donkey by reigns alone and keeping her distance from the beast and the poor, sick rider.
By evening as they settled for their meagre meal and sleep she had said nothing, when offered food she politely declined having no stomach for food or much else at the time. Only speaking again when the matter of the guard was bought up and volunteering for the first shift that evening. However once all were settled her mind continued to wander and kept her awake a good portion of the night, forgetting therein to wake whoever for their shift until they stirred naturally and relieved her. Once again avoiding any touch the man might offer and passing it off with a small but disconnected smile. Even once she had settled on the ground no sleep came to her, kept up until the rising sun by the thoughts that permeated her mind and the feel of heavy, thick disease that permeated her hands no matter how hard she rubbed them.
The rain was quick to destroy the sanctity of her skin, seeping through the clothes given to her without much resistance. Causing the shirt to hug her body like a form fitting fabric, moving with every step or motion of muscles and accentuating and highlighting key features of her body shape. The drowned shirt barely kept her intimate regions private and there were likely times that first morning it certainly didn't. The coat faired no better, soaked through it dropped from cuffs and hem and weighed nearly three times that which it had while dry. She skipped breakfast with the same clever tactfulness she avoided the men's worry and once again lead the donkey with no touch to land on flesh nor fur.
The rain despite it's chill was a welcome relief, she wasn't sure how and nor was it something that had she known she'd know how to explain. It was somehow relieving, soothing and cleansing, It saturated not just her clothes but her skin and sunk into her bones chilling them to the marrow. Her wet hair stuck to her face in tendrils of white that mocked the great King of Squids own limbs and ran with water that dripped across her already pale cheeks. They all pressed on however and Thaler felt neither glad nor otherwise about it, it was simply the way of things, they had already lost too much time after all and so they had to press on.
Her mind was swimming and thick by the end of the second day which was no more nor less due to the tragedy than it was to the ice cold of her skin or the heat of her forehead. Once again as with the night before she pushed her food about her plate and avoided the touch of others. She stayed up all night even when asked to rest, once again not through lack of trying but lack of ability. Then once again come morning she ignored her breakfast and made her excuses to avoid the men. Once they were moving again she returned to her internal strife a silence that was likely unnoticeable with the returned spirits of Olan.
However even the old mans fantastic tales and warm, sweet force was incapable of permeating the thick fog that had settled around her mind and confined her to its quarters. A tinge of pink ran across her cheeks, her temperature had gone up but her skin still ice cold. Her throat and eyes hurt and her body ached but she paid little mind to it. As if it were somehow blocked behind a thick wall and muted to her own senses as if voices through a wall which did not affect her directly she could not bring herself to feel it. Her body could neither choose between hot and cold so waded back and forth through both and as time progressed her breathing became a little heavier though kept as quiet as one might keep it.
She was numb, emotionally she felt nothing since before at the pond, somehow despite her attempts to she could not bring herself to care for any of it. It was truly like being abandoned on an island, alone amongst the fog. She could scream and kick all she liked but in the end she was alone and trapped within herself. Her only company the accusatory voices of those she'd loved and lost that the paranoia, grief and guilt had manifested from her weary mind and exhausted body. Several times she'd trip or stagger over objects that before she would have side stepped with ease but she made quick and apologetic excuses and continued without much more thought on the subject. Each time managing to summon just enough reserves to look sharp and offer a smile to try and appease any possibly worried party.
She had lost track of time some while ago and when the rain finally stopped she was still unaware of the fact until it stopped running directly into her eyes from her soaked locks. As they continued on the clothing dried a little but her feet remained drenched, treading in puddles within the boots themselves that ever slowly drained from the nicks in the leather. The shirt clung cold and damp to her, leeching the heat from her to try and dry itself but hindered by the thick coat that soaked it every time it started to dry.
When the others came to a stop she took several moments longer to realise it, though this time not from some act to prove her innocent intentions but from the lapsed time it took for her brain to realise such. She had not even realised the donkey had stopped until moments after the reigns had fallen from her hands. Assuming this was another rest stop she stopped and slowly sunk to her knees, one hand used to support her body and her pale moon silver eyes slipping shut for a moment, not that she gained any respite from the action.
Usually her keen senses would let her not only hear the people speaking but differentiate gender, tone and what they were talking about and more impressively with the right timing she'd also be able to pinpoint where exactly they were. Right now however all she heard was the mumbling of two people and a silence that was thick around the grove. Somewhere deep inside her mind warning bells were going off, but she could barely hear them as she tried to catch her breath. Her free hand -for her sword and cane were tied to the back of the donkey for reasons she hadn't divulged nor cared to think about herself for that matter- moved to limply lay across her lap, her legs to her side but without the same upright posture that had been previous at the pond.