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[@Fionraella] Misha finally caught her breath and managed to right herself. She stared at Destin's slow walk, his hung head. "Destin.." she said slowly, taking a small step forward. Her mind raced with apprehension. The boy's distress set off sirens in her brain as she considered - and fought [i]not[/i] to consider - the possibilities of what had happened and what would happen as a result. She frowned, then shook her head. [i]Get a grip, Mish'[/i]. "This is a shit time to freak out and run away, kid." She stared at him critically.