I KNOW RIGHT!
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Misha cocks her head to the side and shrugs. She focuses on the mud on her pants, now drying into the fabric in hard, uneven blotches. "Depends." She glared at it from the corner of her eye. "Why shouldn't I?" Half of her pulled in the direction of the camp, ready to bolt and find Fabine and confess the secret before she had to hide it. But the other half - maybe the half closest to Destin's exhausted and terrified form - stayed firmly where she was, considering the options and considering her own morals. She wasn't ready to let that side win out, but still she remained there with him.
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"You are very... honest about your feelings huh?" Grant looked down at her with a tried smirk. This girl was too much for him. He thanked his lucky stars that they were now close to camp and got his second wind of energy. He pulled harder, "But keep making comments like that and I will eat your deer. Don't think I won't."
@Fionraella Misha plops on the ground with a huff. She sets her elbows on her knees. "You owe me a new jacket," she grumbles, staring blankly at the mud, now sinking into itself to fill the holes from their struggle.
@Fionraella Misha closed her eyes and yanked the branch towards her. The bark was rough on her hands but she relished in the distraction from Destin's sudden admission. A part of her admonished her own hypocrisy, but, as she steeled her ankles into the ground, she set herself in her own defense: she would never do that now. Destin, on the other hand, had some explaining to do. She considered this as she backed up, dragging the branch to more solid land.
[misha: i've never talked to a rabin in my life idk what you're talking about]
@Fionraella With the branch an inch from separating from the rough bark it clung to, Misha froze. "What?" She turned slowly to stare at him. "What the--" She caught herself. "What the hell did you just say?" she hissed. Narrowing her eyes, she turned back to her work and finished the cut with a powerful stroke with the chipped axe. She whipped the branch out towards Destin till it hung within his reach, but her eyes remained daggers as she glared at the healer.
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["Which would be really bad." IM LAUGHING]
Misha nodded sharply and let go of her jacket, silently regretting the action as the cold nipped into her bare arms. She kicked at the mud and managed to pull herself up with the help of the branch she was hanging on. She hopped to dry land with a huff. Safe! she thought for a split second - then the realization hit her that Destin was still caught in the mud and she would be faced with the same predicament as earlier: there was little wood on the ground around her. She kicked through the bushes in a rush to find anything strong enough to support Destin's weight. Areas of the wood here were fallen and dead. Glancing back to Destin, her eyes caught the glint of the axe, abandoned and half sunk in the mud. She grasped it firmly in her hand. With a tight grip, she swung her body around and brought the head down hard on a limp branch. It budged just a bit. "Hang in there, kid!" she yelled over a flurry of hard strikes down onto the base of the branch. Her heart jumped as wood exposed itself and the branch begin to come free of the log.