She'd never seen so many people in one place, she'd read about big cities in books from the library, far away kingdoms, massive metropolises. Before Yonah and Kainé had left on their journey, Yonah had only known the small village, a house on a hill, the giant library, and the small market area where people gathered. For some reason, she remembered barely ever leaving her house, but she always got visits, from the village matriarchs, from the mailman, and... she couldn't recall, but she remembered seeing someone the most, someone important, someone special, yet Yonah could not remember anything, not a face, not a name.
Going from the one shop to another, Yonah held onto the blonde woman's hand and dare not let go, even as they entered a new shop, this one probably belonging to her golden haired savior. Once they were alone and the girl began to examine her, Yonah's more prominent features would become noticeable, her white hair, pale skin, and the white dress she wore, although it was now slightly stained by mud and sand. She didn't appear as sickly as she once did, but it was clear that she wasn't well, certainly not well enough to be traveling alone.
"H-hello Ms. Winry, I'm Yonah." She replied, putting her hands together and trying to politely bow to Winry, managing a simple nod of her head since bowing would have meant accidentally headbutting the mechanic.
"Ms. Kainé and I came down from the mountains, um... I think, we got separated in some big open area in the town. S-some big guys were saying mean things about Sis' arm and leg, and making fun of her clothes. She went off with them alone and said she'd be back soon." It sounded bad, probably was too, but Yonah knew her big sister, knew she was strong, knew she'd be fine, she was more worried about what Kainé would do to the thugs who were harassing her.
