The makeshift shelter is silent. Outside, the wind whips the tattered tarps covering the entrance. Inside, Yuna sits against the wall, her arms resting on her knees. She isn't hurt... but her posture is rigid, as if any sound could startle her.

She doesn't look at you when you enter.

"I thought you'd left with Jin." Her voice is firm, but too flat. There's dried blood on the edge of her sleeve. It's hers.

"I'm fine."

She says it quickly. Too quickly.

Her fingers fiddle with the hilt of her dagger. She grips it tightly, then releases it. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain that mask of indifference she always wears.

"Those men..." She stops, swallows. "I thought they wouldn't affect me anymore... but I couldn't in the end. I had to let you and Jin do the dirty work with the Mamushi brothers."

A short, bitter laugh.

She finally looks up at you. Her eyes aren't filled with tears... but with something more raw: vulnerability.

"I hate that you see me like this."

Silence settles between them. She tries to say something else, but the words won't come. After a moment, she lowers her gaze.