It's a strange blessing that everyone is still alive when they're all ready to move the next day. Though the weather doesn't seem like it's so nice out (despite the pretty sun) anymore. Ariekene feels better, at least, and her leg aches a little less (though she knows walking on it all day will not be kind) so she feels a readier. Her head hurts, and her fingers tingle in that mana-needing kind of way, and she half-heartedly tries a few spells and gets nothing.
"I figure," she said, then, earlier today as she unfolded her map, scraped over and written on. "That it seems there are no deaths or dead zones in the north east quadrant of the map. That might be the smartest place to go - there's a forest, maybe we can hide out there until this all over." She remembers that whole 'if no one dies in one day, everyone dies' part, but does not seem keen on adding it to this particular plan. And so, given as they had nothing to add, they continued that way.
It's evening now, and they've been walking and resting and eating rations all day. Ariekne's leg is not good, but she is a battle priestess and a little soreness never killed anyone. This is not to say, however, that she does not sit down on a rotting log when she sees one. The forest looms in front of them, spooky-like, and Ariekne doesn't know if hiding in this place is honestly the best idea.
Either way, sitting on a rotting stump to rest her bum leg works. She tugs some rations out of her backpack and eats as little as possible to make her stomach-ache go away. She'd even go for some conjured bread, right now.
"What do you think?" She says to them. "Do you think we should go in and hide out there, or stay here another night, or keep moving.. ?"