Dallisetria leaned back against the gates, a living mouse scratching at the palm of her hand, but unable to bite her because she was holding the body, not the head. She looked at it, and then thought, I'm kind of sorry. Not entirely sorry, just... kind of sorry. She laughed as it squeaked, trying to get away. "Nah, sorry. Can't do that. If you're scared of being dead, then don't worry, lil' thing. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead." sadly, it couldn't understand her, so it did not stop moving. Instead, just because she had started talking, it started squirming even more. She sighed, put her hand to the ground, and let it open. Without any hesitation, like any mouse with a brain would do, it ran like there was a wildfire. Perhaps her holding it gave it the same scare as a wildfire would.
Dallisetria looked up, and around. She was waiting for Mishani, who was- from the fact that it was getting brighter- late. They had agreed to meet each other at dawn, the same time period that they had first met, two days earlier. She sighed, her attention going back to where the mouse had ran. But now, it was already gone, out of sight. All that remained of it's trail was a few little red marks, from tiny little bits of blood it had taken from Dallisetria's palm. "Ugh, come on, Mishani," she groaned, her head leaning back.