She stays where she is for a couple days until she's certain she has enough strength to move. And now that the week is ending, she decides.
It's time to leave. But where to next?
Not to Argon, she wasn't sure what they'd do if she went back.
Was she an outlaw? It was doubtful, since the only soldiers from Clu's Army who discovered her rebellion were probably dead, as much as she hates to admit that. But if she goes anywhere, Dyson would know and come for her. Then what?
She's not sure, but it wouldn't hurt to try. She could always escape back to isolation if need be. Spring's on it's way, anyway.
She's already packed her tent, and is stuffing her rations when a roar breaks her concentration. She pauses, before hurrying to the end of the hill to see the thousands of orange trimmed soldiers, and, if she squints hard enough, she can identify the face of the soldier in the lead.
Gasping, she returns to her bag and shoulders it before tearing off down the hill. She has to warn Beck, and Mara and Zed and all the other citizens of Argon, before it's too late.