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Instead of leaning into the idea, Merlin leaned away from it. Sequoia would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed. It reminded her of Crow, and she felt the part sadness, part fury, festering in her heart. Why couldn't he just be pleasant and go along with what she'd said? Sequoia frowned at the suggestion of sleeping outdoors. Her judgement went from thinking Merlin was pretty alright to now thinking all he wanted to do was contradict her. It seemed that was what all men wanted to do to her lately. Tell her she wasn't good enough and that her ideas were stupid.

Sequoia stood up, obviously agitated.

Just... never mind. I don't need your help anyway.

Any good feelings she had came crashing down, and she felt stupid for even trying to have a conversation with him. What did she think, that the first guy she walked up to would be a winner? At this point, she was beginning to think that they were all trash.