No

Malene thinks about looking for supplies from the hags’ hut, but her imperative is to get out and to get out now. She bolts for the door, finding it thankfully unlocked (and possibly unlockable) before tearing out into the night. Her hand is still bleeding profusely, but that’s a secondary thought right now. Right now, she needs to see if she can figure out where she is and how to get home.