Meep tilts her head and smiles at Corrin. "Your daughter is very cute. She should keep that fun spirit. It comes with her heritage. We don't want to suppress that fun. No one can be perfect right Corrin?" She looks at the girl with a slight smile, the smile not showing behind her eyes as she thinks. 

"Ha! Perheps, but Misha find talking grof a wonder, or leetle green man who burn books a wonder! But, hard to explain, Misha theenk she figure out, but always surprised." she admitted to Jeel, lazily, feeling the affects of the mead. Or ale. What were we drinking? Jeel waiting. Tell story. "One time years ago on beech was drinking like usual because tasted good and was thirsty, but people reacted deefrently to drink yet Misha remain unaffected. Was trying to- *HICC* -Ach, so rude. Trying to figure out what heppening then Misha get teekled!! People like to teekle Misha because Misha laugh loud and beeg sucker for teeckles..but THEES time got very dizzy and went eento hut and had se- Woo. Children at table, Misha. Stupid. Then next day Misha ok! Tried to find connection between drinking and teeckles, but so far no luck." She began eating more steak and potatoes, and after a huge bite, took another swig. "Ach, thees food ees so good." 

"What were you doing at the beach? I was not under the impression that Acheron gave out vacation time."

Having fun. The ship. The sea. The scent of the island and the laughter of my friends nearby. The sun against my skin, tan, and the smell of her nearby. The taste of food and drink on my lips and the desire, the overwhelming desire of wanting to be closer to Kali. Looking up at the sky and only seeing the sun of this world and the warmth it provided, and for a short time forgetting the troubles that I had on a different world. Each of those people brought something special to my life, but most of all the passion that was beginning to grow for her, like a constant hunger that would never subside - all I wanted was her, to feel her touch, her lips, and everything in between. The trees would sway in the breeze and I can still hear her voice in my mind, and as we would all laugh and relax, I would look over to my comrade Captain and praise Bane that I was given the opportunity to help her enjoy life again, a second chance. I dream of those people often, the memories they gave me, and my heart swells with joy, of pride, of honor. Then my mind always returns to her, and once again, I am overwhelmed with desire and my heart pounds in my chest with longing of the friends I once served with, I once fought with, and I once would die for.

"No." was all Misha said softly, smiling, and looking distant. "They do not."

Amelia returns to her seat next to Corrin, giving the tiefling girl a soft and apologetic look. "I'm not mad at you, Cory," She says to her softly. "I just don't want people to get the wrong idea about you and perceive you as some sort of... troublemaker."

"I know, mama," Corrin replies as she stops playing with the peas and listens to Misha's advise and eats them.

The blonde nods and looks over to Meep. "Ah, thank you. I'm not trying to stifle her fun spirit, trust me, it's what's been keepin' me going, but... I don't want her to be taken away from me. I've realized her kind isn't very welcomed in certain parts, and anything they deem out of line they tend to just... I'unno... Throw 'em around, beat 'em into submission. Just 'cause she's a kid doesn't mean she's immune to that treatment." Her hand balls into a fist. "And I'd be damned if they so touched a single blonde strand on her head."

The mother and daughter duo both listened to Misha's story, both lightening up and smiling again. "So if I eat a ton of peas I can be as cool and as strong as you are, Meesha?"

Jill doesn't ask any more questions of Misha. It's clear from the paladin's smile and the not-fully-there expression on her face that she was reminiscing about some time where she worked with honorable people that she loved very much.

When Amelia apologizes to Corrin and explains that she doesn't want her daughter to be seen as a troublemaker and taken away from her, it makes her feel incredibly guilty about giving Corrin the idea to tickle Misha and then letting her take the fall for it. She also notices how Amelia's hand balls up when she talks about Corrin not being safe because she's a child and also how Amelia swears, something that she hasn't done since she met her. "I am sorry, Madame Hiriart. I was the one who told Corrin about how ticklish Misha is and that's why she did it. I was not trying to get her taken away from you or hurt, I just thought that it would be funny. And I'm sorry Corrin, for letting you get blamed for something that I told you to do. I wouldn't have done it if I knew how serious it could be." After Jill finishes apologizing to the Hiriarts, she looks back down at her food. 

"If you eat a ton of peas, young lady.." Misha smiles, "You'll be even cooler and stronger than me, leetle one." she winks, as Jeel and Amelia talked to each other.

Once Corrin heard those words she shoved in a bunch of peas in her mouth and started to sneak a few from her moms plate, the fighter chuckling lightly as she pushes her meal towards her daughter. "Have at it." Amelia then turns to Jill. "It's not your fault, sweetheart, you wouldn't have known. Though, I do appreciate you owning up and apologizing about it." She reaches over and ruffles Jill's hair, just as she does Corrin. "You're more mature than most teens. Reminds me a little of myself!"

Jill looks up and slightly smiles when Amelia forgives her. And when she ruffles Jill's hair, it startles her a bit, but ultimately, she accepts it since Amelia was someone that Jill had respect for and was beginning to grow fond of. "Thank you. I have had to grow up quicker than most teens." Jill finishes the rest of her meal without further incident, simply listening to whatever stories her companions had to tell before excusing herself from the table. "All of this food is making me tired. I will retire to my chambers for the night before we get back on the road."

Misha nodded at Jill, and finished her mead. Feeling dizzy once before while drinking alcohol, she paid no heed to the sensation. She felt happy and warm, and only had about four mugs of it, and decided to stop. Unknown to her, her genetic programming would eliminate the impurities in her bloodstream within the hour. She finished her meal, and said, "I hef no need to sleep, so I weel stay and watch over us, admire the view outside, and pray to the Lord General for our safe passage."

Meep finishes her soup before moving to stand up from her sitting spot on the table. "I myself will excuse myself to bathe in water. If anyone needs me, I will be there for a while. Oh! And thank you for allowing me to accompany you and your group. " She dusts off her cloak, adjusts her belt, and then frog leaps off the table before she stops, turning to Jill. "Do you mind showing me where the washroom is before you retire?"

"Ah, oui." Jill will point out the way to the washroom. "I rented this space for the day, so you can bathe as long as you wish. But I'm sure that the Hiriarts and Misha might want in."

Meep nods in understanding and smiles. "Ah yes. Thank you. I... Do not mind. Nothing to be modest about in this form. I simply must be in the water for an hour. Oh! And I must again thank you for paying for the room. But allow me to pay for the next stops? To repay you." 

Once their conversation is done,  Meep will move into the washroom to remain in the water for an hour. She will also fill her slightly large water canteen for later. 

Jill shrugs her shoulders. "Sure, I guess. Bonne nuit*" Jill lies down in one of the beds. She keeps her sword (sheathed of course) and shield in the bed next to her and her chain shirt is close by, so that she wouldn't forget it in case of emergency, remembering the time that Misha and Natasha left their armor behind in a sudden attack. She smiles a little bit at the memory of them fighting in their bedclothes. God, I missed them horribly. And I guess in Natasha's case, I still do.

*-Good night

Misha finished her meal and went with everyone else to the suite. "Misha weel wash up later, I enjoy evenings on thees planet, looking up at beautiful sky and daydreaming! I weel stay up and keep myself busy, look around, make sure we are ok." 

EPISODE SEVEN - DEATHLY DEMONS

Misha always loved it when the sun rose. Laying on top of the caravan roof, she had a perfect view of the colors the sun created on this world. It was truly one of the most beautiful things she admired about this planet. She took a moment to peek into the Suite and make sure everyone was OK, and found a place where she could do her daily exercises, lifting heavy planks of wood, or doing various movements with iron bars, and using the edge of the Inn to repeatedly pull herself up until she worked up quite a sweat and provided visual evidence she was truly an amazingly defined and shaped athletic specimen. She quietly bathed, changed into her casual uniform, and waited for everyone else to wake up as she patiently made a worship circle with red chalk on the floor and kneeled in silent prayer. When everyone woke up, she cleaned the circle and  was ready for the new day.

Jill's night is restful, the soft bed of the inn felt better than any bed she's slept in and it certainly felt better than sleeping outdoors. She also felt safe with Misha keeping watch. The next morning, she woke up early, before anyone else and  entered the washroom to take a bath. She locked the door behind her to ensure her privacy. After she had finished, she dried off, exits the room, and finds Misha while she's having breakfast.

"Bonjour. I just wanted to let you know that a few weeks after you were called back to Acheron, Natasha opened up an orphanage in Waterdeep. She always cared for the less fortunate and now she's giving children a home that they wouldn't otherwise have. I just thought that you might like to know what she's been doing with her life since you left."

After Meep spends an hour in the washroom, she lightly dries, making sure her skin is still slightly wet and redressed before heading to the hed, sleeping separately from the others. She wakes up moderately early and heads down for a quick porridge for breakfast, saving seats for the others, slightly nervous that they may decide to leave her behind. 

Since it seemed the others had turned down the offer of taking their baths first, Amelia and Corrin took the chance and bathed before heading off to sleep. Amelia had to question Misha if she were really okay with not sleeping since the whole 'not being of this plane' and 'was built like a war machine' thing didn't really stick to her yet, but when the red-head assured her it was okay, she retired off.

Aside from Misha already being up, Amelia was the first to rise (or so she thinks), and readies herself for the day prior to nudging the little tiefling awake. She watches her daughter get ready and don her leathers, Corrin happily proclaiming she could now put it on all by herself, earning her a light chuckle and a hair ruffle. Soon, the duo make way downstairs to join up with the others and eat. 

Nok Nok eyes the washroom with disdain, but finds whatever spare breakfast offerings tantalizing, stuffing them into his pockets and pouches for later. As everyone prepares, the young goblin finds a place away from the action to pull the tome from his pack, flipping through the pages reverently before stowing it away again. Whispering to no one in particular, "Don't get me killed today, Miss Jubi. Nok Nok has much to do still."

Nok Nok then rejoins the others, tightening the straps and buckles on his massive pack, placing it in the middle of the floor, laying on his back on top of it and then working his arms and shoulders into straps. Then, much like a turned over hermit crab, he struggles to right himself and works his way onto his feet. "Nok Nok ready to go. Time is wasting!"