[@Fionraella] Misha closed her eyes and yanked the branch towards her. The bark was rough on her hands but she relished in the distraction from Destin's sudden admission. A part of her admonished her own hypocrisy, but, as she steeled her ankles into the ground, she set herself in her own defense: she would never do that [i]now[/i]. Destin, on the other hand, had some explaining to do. She considered this as she backed up, dragging the branch to more solid land.

[misha: i've never talked to a rabin in my life idk what you're talking about]