Following Lina's reasoning, she would have let it rest after failing to find the body, but the Princess Royal insisted otherwise. Thus, the two of them detoured down the mountain in search of it.
Few people ventured this way. Lina took the lead, hacking aside dried grasses and low branches. Worried about the Princess Royal, she glanced back now and then, calming only when she confirmed Her Highness was still there. But she could only dare a quick glance—after all, she had cried so miserably just moments earlier, a fact she still found embarrassing. If she counted both her current and previous life, she was far older than the Princess Royal, yet here she was, bawling like a child.
The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became, her sword strokes growing impatient. She pressed on in silence until she heard the rush of flowing water. Thirsty, she chopped away the last tangle of branches and burst out of the forest to discover a small river.