[Yona rubs her sore arms as she walks home from archery class. She's been pushing herself hard these past few weeks, trying to distract herself from everything that's happened ... but perhaps more importantly, to distract herself from an encroaching sense of uselessness. This world is too big for her; she's still struggling to handle her day-to-day existence, much less investigate the larger story. But she's not content that way. She wants to be doing more; she just doesn't feel capable of it, and it frustrates her.
D
She closes her eyes for just one moment —
And that's when she trips over the dog.]
WAH!