Most of their time in hiding would be spent like that. Isolating themselves away in the thick of trees, everything looking basically the same but moving to a different spot just about every day. It was the longest Amaya had been in hiding, unable to do anything but run, since the first time he fled Dash and the syndicate.
He hated it.
He wanted to collect bounty. He wanted to boast at the bar and drink himself silly or until he blacked out. He wanted to be challenged without the fear of death of his companion. It was wearing on him, and it was noticeable.
He rather enjoyed this time with Yona, all things considered. Sure, they were running. Sure, they were hiding. He just enjoyed that he got to spend that time with her. A lot of ups and downs in their funny little relationship, but slowly she was able to help him forgive himself for what happened to Richard.
She was the perfection distraction from his own issues - all of her quirks and mannerisms, her polar opposite behavior, it just worked.
It had to of been about a month or two, Amaya could not be sure, of running and hiding day in and day out, when he was finally able to piece together a plan.
Much like how they got here, they would have to leave by boat. Much like before, they would be stowaways. Unlike before, this time it had to have been planned just right, and it had to have been the perfect criteria.
The docks where they would board the ship were highly populated, which is exactly what they would have needed. Easier to sneak onto a boat under the cover of the masses, and if they were successful, it would have been easier for someone to spot them out.
They would hide in plain sight, act like they belong, and start a trek to a new foreign land.
His heart was beating rather rapidly as they approached the docks, letting crowds and passerbys separate them for most of the walk so it did not appear that they were together. In a single moment where they crossed each other, Amaya whispered "You ready?" and continued his stride.
