Kate leads her up the bank a ways, heading for someplace drier where they can sit. Beaut has no intentions of following after them, so long as the metal giant is still there, but has no qualms with grazing what vegetation she can find. Kate snags a blanket from her saddle, and offers it to Mireille.

As they broach the shadow of the shelter, Hildegard cracks open an eye and decides, perhaps remembering Kate, that there's nothing to be fussed over. Kate's lips twist wryly as she drifts back to sleep. She's glad to see her, too.

"D'you know how long you've been here?"

She carefully unwraps Mireille's arm once they're settled. It's unnerving, but nothing worse than the half-finished mechanical horse Kate has been minding back in Milliways for Weyland. She swallows, untying the neck rag she'd been wearing to use as clean dressing. Not that Mireille is or has been bleeding, but she's not sure how long she's been using the same rag. Besides, it'll give her a little more color.