Lianna is right where she said she would be: at the end of the road.
She's sitting on a fallen log, booted feet stretched out in front of her. She reads a thick book by the light of the sunbeam that falls across her, casting brightness on one side of her and shadow on the other.
"Oh, hey, Pika Shimon Capela!" Lianna rises up with that dancer's grace, tucking the book under one arm as she smiles hopefully at you. "I guess it's time for you to go back. But I'll see you again soon, yeah?"