[ It's impulse, more than logical thought that pushes her to act. As soon as she sees Amos's arm start gushing blood, she switches her gaze to him, instead, cold stone creeping up from the tips of his fingers until they're closed over the wound, freezing the blood and flesh there in time. It doesn't even occur to her that doing this may throw Amos off his game, or surprise him— the wound just looks... too serious, for her not to do something about it. And maybe it'll give Amos something good to hit Ernesto with.
Misa doesn't end up coming any closer - no, instead, she parks herself right in the middle of the stairway that led to this very entrance, feeling as though she should keep the pathway blocked - in the case Ernesto gets any funny ideas. Or, in the case there's more to this than meets the eye. At present, she doesn't tear her eyes away from the two, only able to continue her assault on Ernesto when she's finished patching up Amos's arm. ]
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Misa doesn't end up coming any closer - no, instead, she parks herself right in the middle of the stairway that led to this very entrance, feeling as though she should keep the pathway blocked - in the case Ernesto gets any funny ideas. Or, in the case there's more to this than meets the eye. At present, she doesn't tear her eyes away from the two, only able to continue her assault on Ernesto when she's finished patching up Amos's arm. ]