Her own temper, so short, sparks. She grinds her teeth together. "Fine." She growls out the word. "I was trying to help. If you could remove your head from your posterior for long enough to realize that, I'd count it a miracle."
Turning on her heel, she stomps off toward the woods before she does something... serious.
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Turning on her heel, she stomps off toward the woods before she does something... serious.