The mountain seemed an intuitive choice to approach, but Mika was beginning to regret their decision. Their leg ached fiercely, sore from the climbing they’d had to do, but they didn’t let themself stop. The rocky ground didn’t seem a comfortable place to rest, regardless, so onward they went.
They were limping and they knew it, but there was hardly anyone to perform for at the moment, so they didn’t try to cover it up or walk properly.
Mountains were stupid, they decided, but they’d come too far to stop now. They were fine on their own - better, even! - and this was part of their chance to prove it. To prove that they could survive without…
Well, without.
They were capable and brave and they were fine on their own, but they were tired, and they’d be lying if they said the small stream cutting through the rocks didn’t bring them so much relief that they could’ve cried.
Mika rushed to the small water source and drank greedily, settling into an awkward half-crouch to rest their leg.