[She almost misses the next branch up when she recognizes how little hate is in the way he's looking at her now, thrown off by it enough that her fingers scrape the branch and she has to look away again to grab for it securely.
The bark bites into her palm and she focuses on that, on pulling herself up to the next branch and just taking a moment there, sitting with her legs on either side of it as she looks down at him again.
It feels better like this, with her having the height advantage for once.]
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The bark bites into her palm and she focuses on that, on pulling herself up to the next branch and just taking a moment there, sitting with her legs on either side of it as she looks down at him again.
It feels better like this, with her having the height advantage for once.]
I remember you trying to kill me.