Misha looked at Brick. "Alright. You gonna tuck me in, or can I stay here and watch this kid who almost died - y'know, just now?" She patted Destin gently. She was exhausted, but rage still burned behind her throat when she thought of all that had taken place. She mulled over who she was blaming - maybe everyone, maybe no one. Maybe herself. Glaring over the firelight, she tried to consider the perspective of the Rabin. He was just doing what he thought was best for his group. [i]More than I can say for myself.[/i]