It's not a bad place to be alone with your thoughts at all.

Sometimes it's nicer, even, when you can wear yourself out physically and keep yourself distracted enough that your thoughts manage to leave you alone, too.

So perhaps it's not such a surprise when Edmund, covered with straw and dust and horsehair, pauses in the opening of Corella's stall, blinking a little bit at her tiredly.

"... hullo, Lu," he says, starting to smile as well. "Have a good day?"