As they snuck through the thicket, it became soon apparent who the most important enemy was. [i]Something[/i] inside her told her that a mage was likely the most dangerous target. And as now even those people she thought, hoped, to be closer to her than at least the scary woman, she couldn't deny it hurt a bit. 

It was just a little thing. Not even important in the grand scheme of things, yet, it had been enough. Added with everything else together, as being hungry and drenched clearly didn't help, the usually timid girl could feel anger welling up inside her. It wasn't really directed towards the undead, even her own group - with the exception of one single sunshine. 

Part of her wanted the priestess to smile at her. To praise her. To acknowledge her. No matter what it would cost. And right now, her anger turned into a double-edged sword. She was determined, but likely also reckless. 

Finding this sort of resolve didn't even take all too long. With eyes that wanted to [i]hurt[/i] something, Muu drew her scimitar and rushed with firm steps towards the caster and the swordsman.