Kanaya emerged limping from the surrounding ruins with the common sense to keep her arms raised for the guards who would catch sight of her. She was covered in blood, to the extent that she wasn't entirely sure where was actually bleeding. What she did know was that every inch of her body was sore. The burn on her thigh left from the gun of a seadweller made it nearly impossible to walk without whimpering, but she held the tears back regardless. The night dress, which she had been forced to flee in, was burned and torn, ripped all over her sleeves with cuts and gashes covering the exposed skin.
She was just outside the gates when she collapsed to her knees, arms still raised. She tried to get back up but couldn't; she could walk no further, her body was too worn down.
It was at that point when she dropped the journal in one of her hands. Despite all that she had gone through to get out, she had still managed to hold onto all the notes she had taken and the map she had created of the area.
Shaking hands lowered as she swallowed screams of pain and blinked back tears. She just knelt there, waiting for help, unable to bring herself to speak.