She's… strangely determined. It's… unnerving, but refreshing. She wants to make a "new home, my way"—I heard her muttering it a few times when she gathered up what was left of her belongings.
She just told the both of us that we're leaving. When Lexan asked where to, she just gruffed out "somewhere safe."
We went westward first, slogging through the east-facing swamps before we went through a few small forests and river crossings. Each, she seemed extremely unfond of. Still, she crossed anyway. As we went further north once we passed those forested islands, I could see that hollowed square in the ocean. That ocean monument is what told me we were heading toward the Great Northern Village. Or, accurately, its remains.
As we arrived there, she took a quick look around and shook her head. "Not here." We kept going.
Lexan and I made a quick glance at each other as we passed that run-down tower. It was sufficient for safe haven at the time, but in just the few short years that its automation ground to a halt, it was looking far worse.