[@Fionraella] Misha shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, you're cute and fluffy and part of the family, apparently, but I'm still a prisoner of war." She sighed. The bruise on her thigh ached, reminding her of yet another injury expressly as a result of her rash lack of thinking and another one-sided battle with someone who could throw her - human or animal - across the river without lifting a finger.