Zachary's Point of View
We are now heading back home, and Yelina has been quiet ever since we left the hill. When I peeked at her earlier, she seems to be lost in her thoughts. I tried distracting her but she seems to be too occupied with whatever she is thinking so I just let her take her time.
I am also occupied with my own thoughts, but not really mine alone; she is still involved. I am some how happy to see her opening herself to me. I can see that she is gradually lowering her guards and loosening up whenever I am around, unlike the first time she came here that she really hates my presence. I can really taste the hostility in her whenever I approach her. But that hate isn't as intense now, and that makes me happy. Along with that little happiness is my worries—not about myself but
