Sunny lifts herself up off the ground, out of the shallow water. She's psyching herself up to push on through.

Sunny
* Okay. Orright.
* This is fine.
* I've been in worse scrapes than this before.

Sunny
* ...
* No I haven't.

Sunny
* Whatever. Eyes forward, feet moving.
* Think think think.





She turns to bark at Jiro, who's sitting up against a piece of marble rubble. He's slouched over staring blankly into space.

Sunny
* Oi. You. Brave boy.
* Get your arse up, you're helping me out of here.

—Jiro—
...
Okay
No
Leave me here

Sunny
* ...I'm sorry, what?
* Fuck else are you gonna do, dipshit, sit there until you starve to death!?

—Jiro—
...
You're right
That's the plan.

Sunny goes quiet. She looks guilty, now, and more than a little awkward.

Sunny
* O-- oh.

Sunny timidly sits back down, suddenly aware of just how small she is in a big and dangerous world.

Sunny
* Okay.





















An arrow flies sharply through the air!





It firmly strikes Polyta, who takes 157 damage.

—Polyta—
Ngh!!


—Polyta—
I need to be more careful... I don't have enough potions to let myself be worn down like this.



She looks a little worse for wear... her health bar reads 894 out of 1709. She throws a loop of rope up around a decoration on a ledge, bypassing an elaborate obstacle course of sawblades and spikes in the process.

—Polyta—
Where even am I? This architecture is nonsensical, and these traps are just... excessive.
Like something out of one of Zabelle's wizard games...



As Polyta mantles the ledge, she hears something in the distance--!

—Yuno—
Hello? Hello??

—Polyta—
Wait, that's--!

—Yuno—
Please, anyone??

Polyta turns the corner! Yuno is there, kneeling down, tears in her eyes.

—Polyta—
Yuno??

—Yuno—
POLYTA!!!