Blackfoot Forest I'm still breathing

Minna simply nodded. Her amber eyes met a bird flitting across the sky, then returned to Leto's. What she did not voice, but was very likely, was the after effects of their little rebellion. She highly, highly doubted that Kierkegaard and meatshield would step down and flee. No, there would be a fight, she supposed, and that meant wounds. And quite possibly lives lost. She could not, would not, lose Leto now, when they had had so little time together. "Good. Leto, I-" she stopped, head swinging around and fixing on a rabbit. It was small, and so far that they had no hope of catching it. Still, she was starving, and any food was enough to warrent her attention wandering. "Could you tell the others? Liri, Samuel- I don't know if I'll be able to see them without drawing suspicion."