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@Fionraella Misha laughed with a hint of bitterness. She glanced around the camp... The foliage was much the same as their own camp, but somehow lighter. They looked a bit less like they were about to freeze to death. "I used to be a Rabin, too, you know." She looked into Destin's precious baby eyes. "Can you imagine that?"

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@Fionraella "I'm bad at this. I just want to be mean and cold and beat people up." She scratched his head. "But you're so damn cute and endearing! It's throwing me for a loop." She gestured to Brick. "He just kicked my ass but instead of rotting in a pit like prisoners over on our side, we're... being treated almost like people. They even have fires!"

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@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.

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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. More than I can say for myself.

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[sorry for the brutality here omg nothing personal
she's just a mean person]

Misha glanced up at Brick, her eyes cold. "I don't need your input, asshole," she hissed, teeth bared. She glared at him over the flames, then moved closer to Destin, as if to shield him. She glanced back at the boy, ignoring Brick's presence in favor of her conversation. "We're gonna clean this mess up, somehow. Definitely... Yeah. I'll fix it. I'm sorry."

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@Fionraella Misha smiled and moved her hand to scratch his fuzzy lil' head. "I don't think this makes me a good person." She gestured to the camp with her free hand. "Look! I got us into this mess!" She sighed. "And I... didn't stop you. You tried to kill yourself. You're just a kid, and you did that, and I just stood there, yelling like an asshole."

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Destin slowly gets to his paws. He sets his head on her shoulder. "Yeah well...you're not very good at showing it." He mumbles and then purrs softly. "You're my friend too Misha. I care about you." He flicks his tail a bit. "You should sit. Your knees are going to hurt." He moves back, slowly, onto Aya's lap to make room for her to sit down beside them.

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Misha slid into a sitting position and sighed. She looked into the flickering outline of the fire instead of meeting Destin's eyes. "I.... I care about you, too. Lots." She bit her lip. "Things are bad right now, though, and I'm bad at being a good friend." With a huff, she moved the hair from her face and looked at him. "So you're better off away from me." She lowered her voice. "After we get outta here, of course."

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@Fionraella She breathed in heavily, arching her back and glancing from side to side. When her gaze finally came back to him, she sighed. Her wet hair draped over her face. "... I know. And I am.. and I.. I'm sorry." 'Aren't you lonely? She tried to push his words to the back of her mind, but they still cut into her. She didn't want to think about it.

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@Fionraella Misha withdrew her hand, fingers shaking a bit. "Destin-" she began. She blinked heavily, trying to fight off guilt. "I'm so sorry. I didn't-- I.. I shouldn't have said that, damn me." She frowned.

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Misha remained standing, crossing her arms and keeping her eyes to the ground. She wanted nothing more than to sleep after the day's events. The fire here was warm, but she wouldn't help but think of her own camp - cold and wet and now missing its young healer - and his herb supply. She glanced at Brick, then completely disregarded his words. With quiet, movements, she moved towards Destin's unconscious form. She crouched near him and jabbed his arm gently.