She has no idea how long it’s been. It’s been a haze of days--finding this place and building their little shelter, riding along with Hildegard at night when she goes hunting (if something happens to her, it may as well happen to both of them, and she is not willing to be separated from her fellow creation), hiding from and watching the few passers-by on the road. But with nothing different to do with her time, with every day being more or less the same, she has lost count.

Numbers were never her strong point to begin with. She’s never had to count days before. She’s always had Weyland to anchor her life around.

But judging by the wear on her dress, and the amount of bones in the area, probably a couple of weeks.