It's so warm here, much warmer than the days that led her here. Much warmer than the bitter cold, the harsh pinpoints of rain, the way it felt like needles pelting her skin.
That night had been awful, worse than she'd ever known anything could be.
The bitter numbness of those early days, ones where she never saw or heard anything. Where she couldn't even take care of herself, where Hak needed to hold her hands and take care of her, because all the little basic things were too much for her.
Warmth here all around, like Yun carries the light of the fire and its gentle warmth in his cooking or his medicine or his gentle grumbling.
Or Zeno carries it in his cheer, his goofiness, and in his attention to Shin-Ah and the others.
Or Jae-Ha in his compassionate care, his big brotherly attitude, and his gentle, mature love, that puts others before himself and is slow to anger.
Or Shin-Ah in his quiet attentiveness, gentle loving nature, bringing warmth.
Or Kija in his stubborn loyalty and gentle, genuine awe and a real truth and fully himself.
Or Hak in his steady support, attentive love and steadfast support. Hak, even brings along a little extra warmth, like a free flowing fire.
There is so much warmth in her life that she never fully expected.
When darkness and cold stole her night, that night, she never expected the warmth of day to come back stronger after that.
Like a summer day after a harsh winter storm, surprising but uplifting and hopeful.
Yona's life is bright and new and unexpectedly warm, beautiful even too.