[Yona is short and looks delicate, thanks to a lifetime of growing up safely behind the walls of the palace of her father who hated violence, but there are some telltale signs that that's changing. Her hands have the signs of calluses that are on the new side that got there because she had insisted on taking up archery, and there's a leanness to her that suggests maybe she's not getting a full three meals every day.
Or she wasn't, before she landed here. Now, with access to a bath and sure sources of food, the last few months of living off the land don't make themselves as clear as they might have a few days ago.]
That's a great idea! Here, let me-
[Her cloak is cumbersome, so she quickly pulls it off and folds it into a neat square before she sets it down, fluffing up her hair after keeping it hidden for so long under that hood. It's a little tangled at the back, but she tries not to think of that as she gives Natasha a nod.
And then realizes she skipped something important.]
My name is Yona, by the way. I'm ready if you are.
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Or she wasn't, before she landed here. Now, with access to a bath and sure sources of food, the last few months of living off the land don't make themselves as clear as they might have a few days ago.]
That's a great idea! Here, let me-
[Her cloak is cumbersome, so she quickly pulls it off and folds it into a neat square before she sets it down, fluffing up her hair after keeping it hidden for so long under that hood. It's a little tangled at the back, but she tries not to think of that as she gives Natasha a nod.
And then realizes she skipped something important.]
My name is Yona, by the way. I'm ready if you are.