Misha remained standing, crossing her arms and keeping her eyes to the ground. She wanted nothing more than to sleep after the day's events. The fire here was warm, but she wouldn't help but think of her own camp - cold and wet and now missing its young healer - and his herb supply. She glanced at Brick, then completely disregarded his words. With quiet, movements, she moved towards Destin's unconscious form. She crouched near him and jabbed his arm gently.