It never particularly bothered her to get or be lost; Sinthia was the surprisingly openminded sort that simply took thing as they came, though the cause of that and the rippling effects to it were far from cheerfully refreshing. She merely wandered, map and device still in hand exactly as they'd been given to her, the former unopened and the latter still unused.

She'd found her way to some kind of different island--she'd crossed a bridge, at any rate, whatever that realistically meant for her location--and was steadily watching her feet move, her weight light on both of them until he shoulder impacted something solid, and rather than jolt around it, she simply let her body turn sideways, head finally lifting.