She was still there, her attention diverted elsewhere than her village for the time being. Having taken Jon's advice, she'd been given a position, despite the idea that 'classes' had evidently been completed. Regardless, it seemed to suit her surprisingly well. Although she questioned the decency in guiding someone she didn't know.

Begrudgingly she imagined it'd make sense to her eventually.

Most of her time was spent in the trees above the woods, however, where she'd already made encampment for herself. It was away from the others, a little quieter, about as peaceful as it was going to get. And it granted her something that felt more familiar to home than the original room she was offered.

Hit a snare, it was likely Ziio's. The woman was nothing short of resourceful and clever.