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Jessa was hurt, half drowned and exhuasted. If this incompetant wanted to help her, it was his problem. She blinked at him tiredly, once. Then again, this time in a far slyier manner, as a brainwave sparked within her battered mind. So be it...
It would be even better to rip his head off when she recovered rather than trying now; better to see the shocked expression on the fool's face when he was thinking all was well, rather than now, when he was still wary of her. It wasn't like she stood a very big chance of decapitating this owl with a sprained(so she thought it was)wing.
So she just snapped, not meeting his eyes: "Anything, fool!"
OOC: Short, just cos'. xD
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...what.
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