[Listen it's habit okay, she's in a strange place and her hair has always drawn attention and it's been months of covering it and so the hood stays up. He takes the gold and complains while he does it and it tugs Yona's lips down into a frown, unimpressed by his haughty attitude.

She was just like him, once. Long before she knew what the world really looked like she might have made that same face when offered a near hair pin, new makeup or some pretty new dress. If it wasn't up to her standards, she very well may have demanded to know what was happening with her servants, giving her such below par things.

That Yona isn't the Yona she ever wants to be again, and so she holds her hand out, ready to take the gold back.]

Any little bit towards the wagon should be helpful, but if that's all you have to say I'll find someone else to help.