Third Person POV
Helen was lost. Not slightly lost, the kind where you take a wrong turn and correct it in two minutes. Properly, completely, no idea which direction she had come from.
The streets around her were narrow and winding and lined with buildings that all looked like slightly different versions of each other, and she had passed the same cracked stone wall twice now. Or she thought she had. She genuinely could not tell anymore.
Sonita had told her where to meet. The fountain. The small square they had stopped in yesterday after running from the courtyard. Simple enough. Helen had found the fountain without any trouble.
Sonita had not been there.
She had waited. Ten minutes. Twenty. Then she had decided to walk a short distance and look for her friend and come back.
That had been roughly an hour ago.
