"It's strange." That's probably the word she's used the most since she got here and it still hasn't stopped being strange, weirdly enough. Aloy slowly begins to straighten to her feet. Her body unfolds and she stretches her arms over her head for a moment before dropping down into a more normal stance. She reaches back to gently adjust the bow on her back and her fingers grip her lance.

"I think I'll feel better after some sleep. And some food."