[@Fionraella] With the branch an inch from separating from the rough bark it clung to, Misha froze. "What?" She turned slowly to stare at him. "What the--" She caught herself. "What the [i]hell[/i] did you just say?" she hissed. Narrowing her eyes, she turned back to her work and finished the cut with a powerful stroke with the chipped axe. She whipped the branch out towards Destin till it hung within his reach, but her eyes remained daggers as she glared at the healer.