Millicent moved down the streets of Diagon, trying to ignore the press of people around her. Alive - apparently - for just over a week and a half, and let out of Mungo's in just the past few days, the young woman was trying to regain her footing in life. It hadn't escaped her notice that no one, outside of her assigned healers and the aurors, had stopped by to see how she was.
Obviously she wasn't worth much. To anyone.
She was living above the Leaky Cauldron for now, but found that she couldn't stay in the tiny little room with it's cheerful linens and moderate decor. She had enough of gilded cages and needed to roam free. Or, as free as one could in the center of the Wizarding World's shopping district.
Millicent allowed a hint of a smile to cross her face as she spotted a man and his dog, unleashed she noted, having a moment. That was a show of true loyalty: to return of one's own free will. Obviously the man understood that. Perhaps there would be hope left in the world.