She glances up — 



 — and bursts into peals of laughter.

"You'll straighten up."

Eventually.






Hopefully.


"Jus' take a few steps t'stretch your legs a bit."

She ties Beaut to a yucca, and moves in the direction of a scraggly little bush to see about finding some tinder. Not purposely flaunting the fact that she can move at the moment, of course. That's just serendipity.