It's a place of comfort, shielded by trees and leaves, a place of wandering and always of walking, where feet grow tired and they set up camp.
Forests have become familiar, with their many sounds and many colors, like a familiar place of rest and of refuge.
With each wandering step, with each step forward, it grows more and more familiar, a home hidden away from the world by trees and by leaves.
Yun almost seems to know the way by pure impulse, guided somehow. And while Kija's suffered many sleepless nights, but here, it's grown less and less common, like fantasy.
And Yona's gotten used to the pace and the long walks, familiarized herself with them. After all, a forest doesn't become a home after just one night.