To say Yuna had had a bad day was an understatement. A gross understatement. Discovering what she'd found put a damper on her normally unshakably happy mood. She'd left the Pride Lands as quickly as she could, though the feeling of being watched never quite left her, even as she ran through the deserted city of Zanarkand.

As she came to the city's edge, the path she was running along veered sharply upward, climbing the steep mountain up to the mouth of Gagazet's peak. Yuna didn't make it that far. She slowed down halfway to the entrance, noticing a strangely familiar woman standing in front of the city. Dropping down to a walk, Yuna shaded her eyes, squinting so she could see better.

"...Lenne?" she called, wondering if her eyes were betraying her.