Misha brushed her hand along on of the trees as she passed. The bark chewed into her palm. She watched her own fingers for a moment, then snapped her head back to him with a wary smirk. "Aw, me?" She shrugged. "It was fine for a while, but.." She mocked a dramatic sob. "I just couldn't take...." She lapsed into a dramatic pause, then met his eyes with a passionate look. "When they ate my newborn siblings alive. It was just too much. 'Only the strong survive, Misha,' they said. I guess I'm just a little squeamish."