Alena didn't care so much if it was perfect, it would have to do, at least hopefully it would stay out of her face. "Thanks." She murmured, tossing the messy, strange braid over her shoulder. Her stomach growled, it had to be about time for a meal, she figured, not that she knew what they'd eat. How she wished they could find somewhere safe to go, with food and a roof over their head, but she was afraid they were not nearly far enough from the workhouse. How far would they have to run until they were safe? She liked the idea of escaping across and ocean, or even just a large lake, where people wouldn't know who they could be.

She rolled up the sleeves of the large, linen shirt. The fabric was softer than anything she had worn since coming to the workhouse. Hopefully no one would suffer because of their actions, they were only clothes after all.

"We should keep going, and find something to eat..." It sounded easy but she knew it wouldn't be. Already she wanted to stay put, to stop the running. Her feet hurt, her whole body ached from the cramped sleeping space. Still, she hated to complain, it was better than where they had come from. Sighing she got to her feet, taking the now clean bandages from Erika and re-wrapping her hands.