Son of the Artist
Eventually, they arrived at a river. It was likely the same river as last time, but from Yujia's perception, it had taken longer to get there in comparison to their prior experience of wandering in the forest. Perhaps they had been more deeply lost in the forest than they thought, since the sky looked like it was getting close to dimming. Then again, they had also gone on a walk late in the afternoon.
Compared to last time, at least she had lunch before going to the forest. It was also nice that she didn't end up in the forest because of a crazy horse.
She really wished that her foot wasn't sprained, though.
The two of them could've continued along the riverbank, in hopes of finding the path out, but they both needed a break.
Zixu set her down, carefully, by the base of a tree.