She grimaced. "If I drown, I'm taking you straight to hell with me," she hissed, glancing back at her safe grip on the tree. With a sharp intake of breath, her fingers unlocked and she let herself sink a bit before kicking hard at the ground beneath her. She took three daring steps towards Destin until her fingers were within range of his. She could feel her feet squelch in the mud, soaking into the lower hem of her pants.
@Fionraella She raised her brows at him. "I should just leave you here." Misha glanced back at the tree she was using to support her weight. With uneven but careful steps, she edged out along the bark until her boots began to sink into the marsh. She bent her knees and reached a hand out for him. "I can't reach any further. You gotta get over here!"
Misha's head shot up. "Damn - definitely my name that time!" She scrambled towards the source of the noise, clawing through brambles and the crumbling remains of brown leaves as she dashed through the wood. Her boots scraped the forest floor in uneven bursts, beginning to sink as the land shifted from pine needle pack to an expanse of mud. She clung to the branches above her head as she moved closer to the where she could see the boy's struggling form. "Destin!"
Misha whipped around at what sounded like her name. She stared into the bushes, then drew her cold gaze up the trees. "... Destin?" She shrugged and shook her head, dismissing the noise as wind. Her footsteps continued along the river as she padded near the brush, calling out the medic's name as she walked.
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Misha groaned and began jogging after him. She scanned the forest floor as she stumbled over the leaf litter, searching for any decent-sized chunks of wood. The outlook improved slightly as they crossed the forest, but she couldn't dispel the nagging doubt that an uneven covering of broken branches and small root wads would sustain the group if the temperature dropped another ten degrees - inevitably.