this wasn’t going to be the end of her.
she’s dragging herself, steps are heavy with each coming, her vision getting progressively hazier, but she’s too stubborn to let this be the end. it was almost pathetic, if she were to simply fall to her knees and submit. she needed to find the them, she needed to find the others who are probably-- no, they’re definitely still out there. she needed to be with them, she needed to--
...rest
she needed to rest. she couldn’t protest against her body’s movements, causing the princess to fall numbly to her knees and against the coarse bark of a nearby tree, hand scraping against the surface roughly in attempt to fight the exhaustion and severe lack of blood causing her frailty. breathing now severed into haggard breaths, yona can merely clutch at the fabrics around her chest, grabbing and constricting them within an tightened hold-- struggling for breath, struggling for strength, struggling to stay alive.
when visions of her loved ones pass through her mind, she can’t help but feel even more angry. this would not be the last of her. she had so much left to do, so many more people to reach out, so much conflict left to solve, so many... so many things she had to do. she felt like crying, but she refrained from doing so. folding her legs closer to her body, making herself as small as possible and tried to rationalize the situation.
this wasn’t the first time that she’s been compromised in such ways. she trusted the others would find her soon, they wouldn’t progress without her by their side, that she knew. she was just frustrated that she couldn’t be stronger for them. but for now, all she can do is to stay alive. yona shuffles with her garments and tears them shakily, still feeling extremely nauseous, but enough to rip strands that she tied around her wounds in petty attempt to slow their flow.
leaning against the bark, she brings the tattered fabrics of her cloak closer around her shoulders and lets out a shaky sigh. she would be okay, but for now, she had to survive the night. within the thicket she was sure she had isolated herself far enough-- but she would need to only succumb to a light sleep if she valued her life. there was no relying on the others, she needed to do this on her own this time.