[When Meg offers her a hand, Yona hesitates for a moment or two. Then, she prods her hand lightly with one finger before taking it to help get to her feet. She can't help the hiss of pain that escapes her when she puts pressure on her left ankle; she hasn't checked it yet, but it's definitely going to be bruised and swollen in a few hours.]
...it hurts. But if whatever was chasing me up there doesn't come down here, I... think I can walk.
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...it hurts. But if whatever was chasing me up there doesn't come down here, I... think I can walk.
[She looks up, then down again quickly.]
Who are you...?